I leave in seven days.
I’ve tried to remain present. Ram Dass reminds us to Be Here Now, but how do I know he wasn’t in Italy when he wrote that and meant it literally. “Like for real, come over.”
Ok, so I know that isn’t the case. I won’t see my family for a month and a half and I’d be a douche canoe for mentally bailing on them a minute sooner than I part ways at security. It’s a struggle, but it’s right.
I was reminded this afternoon that Mike has the same experience, even as the one I’m leaving behind. He won’t join me for six weeks, but his dance card is full! There are plans of building a new deck, and putting new flooring in the basement. If he is to be believed, I won’t recognize this place when I get home in August.
Arrivederci, you decrepit, old, tiny deck and buongiorno, leg-breaking hazard right before I leave.
Wish us well.