A tough few weeks

 Donald and I have experienced some sadness these past few weeks.

We're both, knock on wood, fine.

But some very serious medical problems have been diagnosed for family and very close friends.

When this happens it's only human nature, i think, for us each to step back and do a little soul searching.  

A little assessment of where we are right now.

And i can't help but remember a conversation i had with Joe Maron who urged us quite earnestly to travel.  To travel often.  To travel while we were able, because the day would come when it would no longer be possible.

We had this conversation while sitting at the kitchen table looking through one of the photo albums from a trip he and Margaret had taken.

With photos came a narrative of memories.  Remembering  a restaurant with an amazing meal, an hysterically funny incident, or a moving moment remembered with a look passed between long-time partners.

I wish I could assure Joe and Margaret that we're trying our best to get out there and make more memories.  To honor that not at all subtle prod.

It has been driven home, quite powerfully, that we need to do it now.

Who knows what tomorrow might bring.

Like everyone else, our travel itch had to be put on hold for a couple years.

Then we planned a trip that we ended up having to cancel.

Now, we have something planned for next year with our fingers crossed that it actually happens.

Who knows what tomorrow might bring.