The itchy feet around here are getting bad. So hubby and I have been spending some time looking at what's ahead and making plans.
I have the road trip with my sister coming up in...2 weeks? Ish. It's not really vacation, but it's still a little bit of seeing things that are not my four walls, so I'm looking forward to it from that standpoint.
We're looking at doing something little in September with the family. Just a couple of days.
And we just booked Disney for the winter. Because we love it there and, well, why not.
Of course, as we're doing all this planning, the CDC is doubling down on the Covid madness and so I have a little (Editor's Note: A Lot) of anxiety about actually being ABLE to do any of the things we have planned.
Disney is probably the most doable seeing as Florida doesn't appear interested in being all Muppet-arm-waving-in-craziness about things. For September we were looking at Ohio and Niagara Falls and both OH and NY got a case of the nutso last fall. So. I guess we'll see.
There is the small part of me that's super worried that my sister is going to die and throw everything into disarray. But...when I stop and breathe, I remind myself that while, yes, it's likely that in the next 9-12 months that is in fact going to happen, she also wants to be cremated, so it's not as if we have to drop everything and do funeral things immediately. (Also she doesn't want a funeral, but there's the issue of burying the ashes and ...at the end of the day, I'm trying to tell myself it's okay to plan things even though literally all of my life is up in the air because otherwise I'm just going to be spending my life in the throes of agonized indecision and it kind of sucks to live there.)
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