Holiday Preparations

Well, I think I am ready for my holiday. Can you call it a holiday if you are retired?

I have packed too many shirts, four Hawaiian, three t-shirts, four bathing suits (I’m hoping that one or two will fit me), a pair of shorts, two pair of pants, socks and underwear and a jacket in case this whole global warming thing is just a flash in the pan and it gets cold in Maui. I have water shoes, sandals (for walking on water), running shoes and comfortable shoes for the flight. I think that is all of the clothes, but if I run short I plan to hit the swap meet on Saturday to get six t-shirts for $12 and a pair of shorts from the Walmart.

I have lots of shiny electronic stuff, two cameras and the wires that go with them, GPS, cell phone, iPad, laptop and a Kobo reader with about two hundred books. Probably the only thing I will use is the computer to write this blog and the iPad to facetime Maegan, Hurricane and Tornado, probably, maybe Brendan (although he is going to Mexico) and Karen and John. No one else will care or even notice that I am away and I’m not sure about the people I mentioned. The only one that will miss me is Buster, and then only because he will be in prison (kennel) while we are gone.

I can’t help but think that I have forgotten something. I’m sure it will come to me somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, but by then it will be too late. If it is something that I can buy in paradise, I will, and if it something that will burn down the house, that’s why I have insurance.

Before I travel I get a little wonky. I just seem out of sync with myself and everything about me just seems a bit off. I attribute it to not really wanting to go anywhere. Louise is good for me making me step out of my comfort zone, but I do have to say there is a reason why it is called a “comfort zone”. My feeling is that if I stay in one place long enough, all of the people I need to have in my life will eventually find me. I will catch all of the others in my next life, or the life after that, or the life after that.

Don’t misunderstand; I am not afraid of flying. Well any sane person has a little fear of a machine that weighs about 860,000 pounds loaded, and has close to 1,000,000 moving parts that were all built by the lowest bidder.

I had best go and make sure that nothing has exploded out of my suitcase. It’s a good thing that I am not a smuggler; I don’t know where I would put the contraband.