Wishful thinking

I admit it’s beautiful – sun glittering on the snow, gracefully accenting the traditional rural scenes of old Santa Fe. I should be delighted!

I would have been delighted in November. But it’s March 28. I am NOT delighted! I am exceedingly grumpy. Now all I can think about is waterfront land in Texas (having decided I cannot afford a waterfront house anywhere, even in Texas.)

All we really need is a dock and a boathouse. Because we already have a camper van! And we have a boat, in storage in Bernalillo, New Mexico, of all the stupid things – to have a boat in a storage yard in the desert.

Yesterday I was musing that I needed some sort of theme or rallying call for my life. John and I are pulled too many ways, try to do too many things.

I often briefly (very briefly, but often) consider some sort of “save the world” theme, or working for justice or feeding the hungry, but as noble as all that sounds, I’m not there. Maybe in some other reincarnation.

I think I am going to take as my theme, for now, some of the very first advice my parents ever gave me: “Go outside and play!”

I dream of being somewhere tropical with water and boats the first third of the year, hiking the mountains of the west the mid third of the year, and hanging out in New Mexico the final third of the year. Not wanting to pay for and upkeep 3 houses, I think the answer would be a self-driving, electric RV! Except I need a garden in that dream!

Meanwhile I am pleased that I’m finally making a little bit of progress on my other big goal, which is to see more of family, especially the young nieces and nephews. I failed to see everyone in Houston on that recent short trip because I was so sick. And I failed to get to Tucson in time to see some other nieces and nephews while they were there for the winter (This winter was sort of nuts, I will not fail next winter). But yesterday I booked tickets to visit relatives in San Diego next month, yay!