…as you had planned.
Which is, come to think of it, most of the time! It’s actually a miracle when things go “right” and we tend to take it for granted.
We all think we can roll with the punches, but when the punches come, can we?
I’m back after a difficult trip that was supposed to be an inspiring, happy week of theatre, museums, fine dining and shopping with my DD. (That’s darling daughter in text speak)
It turned out to be a marathon with the airlines, cancelling and changing, and changing again, and then a third time, a last visit with a beloved relative, and ended up with me checking myself into the hospital via the emergency room for some first world medicine.
Not one restaurant, not one shop (okay, one), no theatre nor museums. Lots of ubers, airplanes, and the kindness of friends who picked me up in Cancun airport and whisked me across the peninsula in their car to my home.
I tried to be as positive and flexible as possible, but I did have a few meltdowns and when I look back, they were silly ones, of deeply embarrassing quality. Sigh. It was a week of profound sadness and illness. DD and I are exhausted.
In “The Godfather” when the going gets tough, they “go to the mattresses.” At Camp Liza, when the going gets tough, I get out the teapot. I’m home, all is well. Time for a cuppa.
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