Yesterday I was running some errands and thinking about how surprised I am at the effect our bout with the flu had on us. Over three weeks later we're both still feeling wiped out. Add on that the "February Effect" and it seems like we're coming to the end of our rope.
What's the February Effect? It's when normally patient midwesterners become mildly crazed by the continuation of winter. It was grey and drizzly. Most of the snow had melted and everything was a shade of brown, grey or the color of dirty grey snow. Depressing.
Add the fact that our neighbors are leaving on the yearly cruise this Saturday. Unfortunately, we're not joining them in the Caribbean this year. We've made the choice to use any expendable funds to complete some long over tasks around here. We've included replacing the carpet in our in-home office with hardwood. You know what that means. Everything in the office must be removed, including the 400 lb. gorilla of a desk and approximately 1,000 books. My living room now looks like a library exploded all over it.
Outdoors is a cold mess and indoors is equally a mess. It doesn't make for any peaceful landing place. That's why I've caught a bad case of wanderlust.
In these situations I dream about place we might run away to. While poking around the internet recently I found the journals of a thirty-something couple who sold everything and sailed around the world.
THE ADVENTURES OF BUMFUZZLE
After spending several years making the trip they bought a vintage Volkswagen bus and drove through Alaska and Central America.
Actually, the Farmer and I have visited many of the places they visited in Central America, so it was interesting their take on those spots.
I guess for now we'll be happy in reminiscing about flying around Central America in Cessna Caravans.
Come back tomorrow when I continue my thoughts on wanderlust.