Saturday, August 13, 2016

It's gotta be cooler in Montana....

My gypsy soul is having a melt down and I'm trying to revive it.  And why have my recent blogs been kinda sad.  Well, damn it!  This disease is sad, no cure, no remission, just progression and isolation.
     My dear Artist Way sisters are tempting me with a trip to Montana to visit an AW sister.  The thought of mountains and cool air are so tempting as it has been in the 100s here with high humidity.  I mentioned the idea of my going to Bozeman for a few days to He-Who-Sleeps-Alot and he had a fit.  He wants to go somewhere and the idea of my going on "another" all girl trip makes him mad.  And sadder yet I have come to the realization that it is more than I can manage to go through airports with him without some help.  I have a hard enough time getting me through with knee replacements and our last experiences together have been frustrating.  On one trip he carried someone else's bag off the plane...thank God they caught up with us.  On another he couldn't figure out what to do at security and then couldn't find his bag on the belt.  I can't imagine trying to change planes now with him.  All of it very confusing for him.
     I'm not sure I can drive long distances anymore.  San Antonio is just far enough but could I make it to NM?  That's a possibility.  I know He-Who gets so bored and what will he do when the campaign is over?  Is there something called the summer doldrums?  I think so.
    I worry that he doesn't get any exercise.  Yesterday in the pool I tried to get him to just walk back and forth with me but he mostly just sits or stands around picking leaves out of the pool.  I'm sure that is comforting behavior for him as that is what he used to do with our pool in Nassau Bay but I just wish I could get him moving along.
     And I wish a fairy godmother would come along and whisk us both back to San Miguel.  Wheeeee!

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