I am a woman who hasn’t traveled much.
More in recent years…but with the exception of my first three years of marriage, three cool vacations, including the last one when I was six months pregnant…we just went fishing in Minnesota.
We went every year in the summer. One week. We went to a lakeside resort…which is a pretty high falutin’ word for the little ramshackle cabin we stayed in. And we loved it. My husband’s whole family went there (well almost the whole family, his family is HUGE). Let’s say PLENTY of my husband’s family went there every year.
And it was great. Lots of babies. We got to spent a full week talking our way through each stage of life. One year I had an 8 month old and my sister-in-law has a SIX WEEK OLD. I still can’t believe she came, but such was our devotion to that fishing trip.
I’ll add here that we hardly saw each other that year. One of us was always in the cabin with a napping baby, an eating baby, a crying baby. I still had fun, but wow, I barely said hi to her that year.
My first plane trip was in 2004. I was…well, let’s not do math, leave it at OLD. I was old. When we did travel, we drove, always the same route on the same rural highways.
Then in 2004 I got super wild, hopped on my very first plane, and went to my first writer’s convention. And since then we’ve traveled more. Somewhere almost every year IN ADDITION TO the fishing vacation. I go to a conference once or twice or three times a year. A writer’s retreat once in a while. At least once a year. I go visit a far off child.
I could list places and it’d probably look like a lot. At least to me. But mostly I’ve gone to writer’s conferences…where ever they may lead me.
My Cowboy’s parents lived in Mission, Texas for a long time in their retirement years and when the kids were grown up, we’d go down there nearly every year. We went to the Midwest Livestock Show in Denver a couple of times.
We’ve even, in recent years, gone on research trips.
And we had a cool one planned for this summer. My Cowboy retired January 1st and we had spectacular plans. Follow the Oregon Trail. Go see our child in Washington DC. Go visit his brother in Florida. Oh, yeah baby. nothing to hold us back. All lined up, one trip after another.
And then we had a lock down.
I blame myself.
I apologize to you all.
And I’ve got Google Earth and pictures and websites galore and so, so, so much Wikipedia.
And I still feel really sorry for myself.
But we are healthy. Our children are all able to work from home.
Our grandchildren are managing school from home. (only two of the six grands are in school)
And I still feel sorry for myself.
Which means I’m a selfish, pathetic, whiner. But then, I’ve always know that, so no surprise there.
In fact, considering my usual pathetic whining, I’ve just decided I’m handling this all pretty well.
I put all my Garrison’s Law books on sale for 99 cents if you need five books to read for five dollars (total).
I’ve got a book recently finished through the editing process, another in the revision stage with my publisher, another that’s finished and being revised by me before my editor gets a look at it. And a work in progress that’s about a third of the way done.
So I’m keeping busy. Despite my travel stories above, I’m sort of hermit-y by nature.
And still, I feel sorry for myself. Have I mentioned that?
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