Tumbled Words

I mean, follow that RV.

It will be hard to follow all those RVs all the way to South Florida, knowing we will have one soon, but not soon enough for me… I hate public restrooms, dislike is not a strong enough word, but I love some of the gorgeous rest stops on the highways. Some out here have incredible views and one, in Arizona afforded me a photo that looks too perfect to be real. I hope to get online with Apple help and find the missing photos…. they have to be hidden somewhere in this computer, somewhere, in there. I’m not fond of sleeping in someone else’s bed either.

Now, since I am, as Leon puts it, high maintenance, (not money wise, but emotionally, I believe is his take on it) I will never find the perfect RV or the perfect view, well, that I may find. So, follow this RV through the mountains and past the desert, along the gulf and up and down the few rolling hills toward the palm trees of Florida… And smile… because though the weather is horrid, Florida is beautiful in places…. and Leon is looking at all the choices we have of highways…. hmmm, snow or hurricanes… No, they will leave us alone…. and you, too, this year.

I didn’t crop this picture. I didn’t take it intentionally to make the blue sky a square of opportunity in a sea of clouds. I think the birds on the wire of communication led my camera to it, for my eye did not see it. I see irony in it. I worked for GTE for 30 years, the hub of communication by telephone wire in much of Florida. I had windows of opportunity there. Some I chose to take, some I refused because I was still too shy to go for it. Do I regret not taking that particular window? Yes and no. Yes, because I would have loved training others. No, because I was not socially ready, still way too shy and it would have caused more stress than I was prepared to handle. I did help coach people for months on end later and, yes, I loved it.

Leon has an open window of opportunity and he, unlike me those years ago is not afraid to take it. He also was smart enough to think it out: the good, the bad, and the ugly - and the great! It is not time to take the opportunity, but it is not one that will close. So, for this week, I will enjoy all the stolen moments as we work together to get the house ready for sale, as we spend the few resting moments trying to decide which RV will work for ALL the things we want to use it for: we need big, we need little, we need a miracle, grin, to come up with THE RV at THE PRICE… and it is the former more than even the latter that will make it an interesting ride…. I wonder how many “years” after we sell the house we will take to get the RV we are supposed to move into this November? No side bets… at least not so I know…

And if you see a bird conversing with a wire overhead… be sure it is just my wish for a speedy sale of this house at a wonderfully surprisingly high price heading out to the universe, grin. Yeah, all this work is making me punch drunk…

Are you acting on your windows of opportunity? Are you at least seeing them? I sure hope so.

This weekend has found me:

• soaring in the clouds
• floating above the highest cloud
• free falling, while knowing I will land safely
• sinking into a heavy cloud filled with tears of others
• floundering in a light gray cloud of my own
• strolling along thin lines of buoyant clouds looking out at my emotions

My self imposed pep talk, written in the moment, here:

What goes up must come down, but what comes down can be tossed back up farther and higher, so coming down takes near forever… and who is to say joy cannot be tossed out to intercept the tears coming down or to scatter them far and wide within the clouds to return as life giving rain?