On the bright side ...
Tom's nurse arrived Monday morning wearing a newly required N95 mask. After removing his PICC line she lingered a while, allowing that Tom was her longest patient. Crazy, but we're going to miss one another! I made sure Hillary knows the welcome mat's always out, coffee's at the ready. Before leaving she gave each of us a hug.
Oh, I also got a thumb's up for my decision to start double-masking.
We're free to move about the Country.
Oh, the places I'll go!
The next day my car finally had a serious exam, new tires, new brakes, etc.
The bill stung. But given what the National news said -- the average cost of a used vehicle is now $28k -- I'm counting my blessings.
Oh, the places I'll go!
Sure enough ... yesterday's e-mail from the Los Alamos HS Alumni began:
"It is our hope that 2022 will be the year that life gets back to some semblance of balance for everyone!"
This is the first reunion because ALL classes, 1944-2021 are invited.
Then, a thinly veiled warning, "This could be the last for a while, or forever."
Oh, the places I'll go!
Mind you, I've never had any desire to attend a prior reunion. This time, however, I found myself feeling enthusiastic. Given the cost of airfare, hotel, etc. the little angel on my left shoulder's shaking her head, "Have you lost your mind?" Plus, there's that little business about me vowing to never again board another plane.
Like my late father, I've always had a yen to travel. Unfortunately, I don't share his exaggerated sense of adventure. I'm certain he'd say, "You only live once!"
Unfortunately, COVID numbers are still on the rise; we've two friends currently hospitalized. As she was leaving, the nurse observed: "It's not IF everyone gets the virus, it's more like WHEN."
Reluctantly, I've put Florida on the back burner. Albuquerque, probably
.
But you know what's been playing in a continuous loop in my head?
Blame it on Sean's (seandietrich.com) storylines, but I really want to crawl behind the wheel of my Camry and mosey along Alabama's backroads: Visit fresh produce stands ... discover cafes known only to the locals -- whose servers address everyone with terms of endearment ... roll down all the windows and sing at the top of my lungs. Do motor courts still exist?
Oh, the places I'll go!
Meanwhile, I suspect a requiem for these soles is in order.
The places they've been!
Have a great rest of the week, okay?
Keep safe!
Hugs, Myra
