After two and a half weeks in KY this trip, I’m exhausted. I thought this would be a quiet-ish trip in which I could get a lot of writing done. Not so. Massive amounts of time with the kids, dinners out, adding a pool to the backyard, adding shelves to the basement, visits with friends and family, special events around Fathers Day, quite a few business meetings online, laundering sweaty clothes…it all adds up. The only writing I got done was blogging, and while that’s something, it’s not what I had in mind. The backlog of stories that need to be written is piling up.
My flights west today will be a minor relief – I can just sit back, relax in that sardine-can Southwest seating style, and let someone else do the transportation. Seven to eight hours, door to door, with six hours in flights, including connection. Not bad. I’ll be in the west for three weeks, not back here until shortly after my birthday. Maybe I’ve had things backwards – living in the west gives me time for R&R, and living here is a scheduled whirlwind. That makes sense, given the number of friends and family here. Over time I’ll find a balance.
The weather in KY has been amazingly good, not as hot and humid as you would expect for mid-June. That’ll probably change in July. It rained last night, a warm rain of the type we just don’t get on the Pacific coast. Tomato weather.
So many great memories of this trip, it’ll take me a while to ponder it all. In the end that’s all we have – memories and experiences. In the immortal words of Pink Floyd, from the 1973 song Breathe:
Words to live by.