I’m in vacation mode. We’ll be heading to Oregon early tomorrow morning; sure hope we beat the end of the world! Will we be safe in Eugene with all the other progressive sinners? Will we be safe snuggling up in our little cottage for three nights on the Oregon coast (built by Ken Kesey, I kid you not), heading to Northern California and the Redwoods, then to Bezerkeley to visit dear friends?
All this hoopla about tomorrow being “IT” reminds me of “The Hunger Games,” the gripping teen political science fiction trilogy I’ve been devouring. I finished the second book this morning over coffee that I barely tasted.
“District 12” is gone! Everything is topsy-turvy; the revolution is about to begin! I had to get the third book “The Mockingjay” to take on our trip, but I didn’t want to spend $18. I finally located a copy at the main library downtown. When the librarian reminded me that “this is a three-week express book and can’t be renewed,” I replied, “I’ll probably read it in a day or two.” Ah vacation…especially if it rains.
There will be more time for reading, for hiking, for just hanging out. I see this trip as an adventure before I turn 65 in June. And there will be more adventures. As Dan does most of the driving through Nevada, I’m going to jot down/fantasize about everything I still want to do in my life.
I’m too old to start a revolution. Leave that to younger folks and good political science fiction. Taking more time for my own writing is at the top of my list. I’ve pretty much decided that my 65th birthday present to myself will be a MacBook Air. It’s so elegant, so light, it may inspire me.
But I’m not sure if I’m going to blog while we’re gone. I may do a different kind of writing. I may not. I just don’t know.
I don’t believe that tomorrow is the end of the world. It’s the beginning of something we don’t know about, and that scares a lot of people. The world is always changing.
Have a happy, healthy, fun, inspiring two weeks. I shall return!