Ever have the feeling that something is missing? Of course
you have. The sort of thing where you are all set for something, but nothing is
on the schedule. The house is clean, the refrigerator stocked, and chores all
done. Time to have guests over. Make a great meal, share it and have fun with
others. But no; there is nothing planned.
Or your desk is cleaned off, tasks all done, typewriter all
cleaned…oops, computer all refreshed, rebooted, printer full of paper and ink,
and nothing to do with it. Time available. Tool at hand. Nothing on the agenda.
The other day I replaced the tires on the car. Quiet, road
grippy, and smooth. Round. You know, they actually make a difference! That led
to cleaning out the junk from the car. And of course, that led to a rare car
wash inside and out. Clear weather. Sunny. No precipitation. The clean will
last. Now, what to do with all this readiness?
Nowhere to go. Calendar obligations mean I have to stay home
and available.
The mind wants to smell and feel the southwestern desert. The
nose yearns for the smell of warm, dry sand, or newly moistened landscape from
rain and light snow in the desert. Or the ears to hear the wind soughing
through the low brush and high pines of mountains outside of Flagstaff, or Albuquerque,
Gallup. Santa Fe, Taos…other locales beckon. Each with their aromas and scenic
tickles.
Even Wyoming and Montana beckon, but this is the wrong time
of year to chance a treacherous trip to those regions. Too much snow without
warning there; too iffy of being marooned in a lonely place.
But somewhere without hordes of people. Landscapes yes,
people, no.
The car’s ready, but I’m not. I’m tied to home and duty and
thin wallet.
At least gas prices are on the cheap these days.
Maybe there’s someplace near to explore? Time to get out the
atlas! But oh those desert vistas...
December 10, 2018
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