May 25, 2018, Prescott-
An erstwhile friend has decreed today as Towel Day. I will stay on the fringes of these festivities, as that’s how she and her significant other seem to want things. Besides, my schedule, these next two days, is packed- as I will be, by Sunday morning.
School ended yesterday, and for me, it was as successful as 2015-16, and a far cry from last year. I did not limp to the finish line this time. The kids, and my co-workers, will reconvene in a week’s time, for Extended School Year. I will sit that one out, having a major family event in mid-June. The wedding of my youngest niece will bring us all together, and will be one for the books.
As always, I have taken the steps to certify that both my car and I are ready for this year’s long road trip. Vehicle has taken its lumps, but I have repaired most of what’s gone wrong and will tend to the cosmetics over the next day or so. Ditto for yours truly, and while my cosmetics are showing their age, my health care providers aren’t putting me anywhere near the scrap heap. I’m content with what I see in the mirror.
After two, and maybe three, important events here in town, today and tomorrow, I will head northwards, to Carson City, for an annual reconnect with one or more members of my extended spiritual family. From there, the route looks like Utah, Colorado, Kansas, central Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ontario, Montreal, Plattsburgh, NY, Vermont,Massachusetts, Connecticut, West Point, eastern Pennsylvania (especially Philadelphia), Baltimore, Delmarva, Hampton Roads, across Virginia, the Carolinas, Tennessee, southern Missouri, Oklahoma, Amarillo and Albuquerque’s Old Town, before getting back to Home Base-somewhere around July 4.
In spite of all this seems to entail, I have built in a goodly number of daily rest stops, visits with friends and family and good clean fun. My main mode, rain or shine, will be camping along the way and relying more on picnicking, than the heavy restaurant visits of past adventures. There will be a few of those last, though, when I can at least treat those who have been so caring to me, over so many years- and special places in my heart, like Artful Dodger, Cupcakes & Cravings, et al. Porthole Pub, in Lynn, MA., is slated to close soon, making way for some sorely needed luxury condos. (Wonder how we’ve gotten along without them, all these years!) I ought to prevail on a few family members to pay a last visit to Porthole.
Whether here or there, my Faith is essential to keeping me going, on a daily basis. So, one of the events this evening is faith-based, several of the people with whom I will visit, in the coming weeks, are my fellows in faith and the Baha’i House of Worship, in Wilmette, IL falls into the middle of my outbound itinerary, as is only proper.
One way or another, I will maintain a daily presence here- letting all my peeps in on what’s going down, as in the past. After all, there are plenty of coffee houses and such, along the way- and Good Sam Parks are reliable with WiFi, to boot. Instagram, a gift of the above-mentioned erstwhile correspondent, remains on my network. One keeps the baby, while waving farewell to the bath water.