Shark Attacks and Family Vacations
Funny how that stuff can come up all of a sudden, after weeks or months of feeling relatively serene–or at least okay. Whatever. These days if I feel it rumbling I usually drop what I’m doing and make time for it. Takes too much energy to fend off anyway. But the attack was so powerful today I almost thought I was going to vomit. Weird.
On happier fronts, my brother, sister in law, and nephew will be here in an hour, and tomorrow morning we will set off for our adventure in Christmas with my dad. First time in about two decades we’ve Christmased with him. I checked the weather and the snow in Crested Butte is looking good. I can use the quiet heaven of skiing. When I’m not doing that, I plan to cook, read, play and lounge around like a beached walrus. I stashed a bottle of Makers in my cooking supplies bag in case the going around my father gets too edgy for me.
My lovely new ‘friend’ is in Israel, enjoying a nice faith + historical geography journey with her mom and sister. (No, they’re not Jewish, as it happens.) Feels like she’s on another planet, so I’m feeling that. Doubtless a good thing for my balance, though. I’ll consider it the universe taking care of me so I don’t get too swept up too soon–for once.
And after Crested Butte, Dawn and I are going to take a road trip through New Mexico and Arizona, her getting out of the car for long bike rides, me for sketching, reading in large quantities, and staring into space.
I can’t complain, despite the sharks.
It may be awhile, but I’ll catch up soon as I can. If I’m lucky with wireless, might even be able to post a few updates from the high country.
