It’s Sunday night and I feel like writing. Be not mistaken; I don’t have any particular thing I’m intending to write about. But with the way things go anymore between myself and blogging, if I’m seized by the urge, I’d better jump on it and grab it by the tail before it gets away. So hang on, folks: it’s a veritable roller coaster ride as I zing from topic to topic.
I picked up my glasses today. I have worn reading glasses twice in my life; once in high school and once post-graduation. Both times my eyes fixed themselves (don’t ask me to explain that one) and I quit wearing the glasses. I currently have no problem reading but I have been feeling like things aren’t quite as clear at night when I’m driving longer distances; namely, when I’m driving through BFE coming home from the city. Now, whether this is actual vision problem or an anxiety problem remains to be seen. But that’s where these glasses come in. Since I’ve seen them on me I’m actually sort of sorry I won’t be wearing them during the day. I think they suit me pretty well.
I booked my plane ticket for Abbey Road on the River last night, so it’s now official that I’m going. I may be sleeping under a bridge and listening to the music from outside the festival grounds, but, by God, my butt will be in Louisville. And this year I actually know people who will be there, which will be a novel experience! Good times ahead, I predict.
We are also getting our schedule mapped out for our time in California. We don’t have exact dates yet, as the plane tickets have not been booked, but we have a general idea of when we’ll be there. Off the top of my head our trip will include, but not be limited to: a week in a condo at the beach, three trips north to see the Sun Kings, two basketball camps for Madalyn, John-Zachary’s birthday, housesitting for friends for a week, and a trip south to visit cousins and friends. There are other potential activities and, of course, plenty of eating out and shopping. On those excursions north it will probably be me, alone, for two of them, and then myself and the kids on the third. We are going to be BUSY and I am going to LOVE IT.
Huh. I’ve suddenly run out of steam. Which wouldn’t be so bad if I’d actually gotten around to saying something interesting first. Well, those are the breaks sometimes. I do have some specific topics I’m planning to write on this coming week which will hopefully be a titch more entertaining than this.
In summary: Travel, travel, zzzzzzz.