Getting ready to go again
I call our travels The Family Escape, because that is how I feel about the trips we take. It is not that our suburban life is anything so terrible that I have to escape from it, but sometimes the demands on our time pile up so much that the only way to get out from under them is to... Escape. Drive to the airport, hop on a train, or in this case, just quietly roll out of the neighborhood in our motorhome. No, I'm sorry, I can't make a pasta salad for the softball team potluck picnic. In fact, we can't go. We'll be away. Oh look, I just weeded the entire yard a week ago and now there are new weeds sprouting up everywhere. That's too bad. By the time they are big enough to be pulled, I'll be away. You want to schedule a bunch of meetings when you know I can make it? Well, I'm not sure how that will work because I'll be away. For two months. I guess you'll have to work it out without me. See how that works? I just escaped.
And when I return, the first thing I will do, even before I go in the house, is walk around back and check out the garden. I will probably start pulling weeds along the way.