In a week’s time Rebecca and I will travel across Canada to a tree planting camp.
My dreams feel tenuous, like the whole thing could unravel at any time.
Spoiler: Canada is not U.S.A North.
I know to not worry about what other people think of me
I still want to do so many things. And I’m beginning to understand that my time is limited.
When I find that the achievement of a goal is out of my control, no matter what I do, the veil of that obstacle covers everything else.
People want a quick laugh, a pick me up, something that provides a moment of escape. The only escape I offer is into my own ramblings.
In spite of any attributed bravery, I also have a keen flight response.
Except for the COVID shutdown, I tend to be in and out of my house. Sometimes I’m home for a visit, and sometimes for a stay. The difference between the two is four weeks. Anything more than a month is a stay. When I do stay home, it’s always an adjustment for both my husbandContinue reading “Home Routine”
Working in Maritime can be challenging. It’s not like other jobs, where you go for a couple of interviews and that’s that. There are requirements to be met, and agencies to appease, and if the bureaucracy gods smile not upon you, sometimes, plans are foiled. Thus, here I am, delayed from starting my new adventureContinue reading “Foiled, But Flexible”