On The Write Path

Saturday is Football: an anti ante travel entry

"Sunday is closer to Tuesday; Friday is closer to Wednesday; Saturday is Football."

Just thoughts about how my week goes.

I'm basically bored because I'm boring. Just another way of saying that my life has settled into routines. Tuesday I see Joyce and a writing group meets that evening. Friday I also meet Joyce two days after my Socrates discussion group. Saturday Joyce watches football—because—she's a Montanan and that's what we-all do. I don't have a television so I listened on the radio last night and tried to 'clean' around the kitchen.

I could also say Football is wedged between Thursday and Monday. It's capitalized because Football is a season that begins in Summer and mercifully ends in Winter. And it's its own day of the week.

A week in Montana:

Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday (really? Are you sure? Is it the weekend yet?)
Thursday
Friday
Football
More Football

...and then back to Monday.

So—routines engulf me and lull me to sleep.

And then I travel to feel alive until I'm exhausted and crying for my own bed and old friends and—it's a vicious cycle.

If I am going to Romania I MUST make reservations NOW. Same with New Zealand. The options to Eastern Europe are disappearing in front of my eyes. For NZ it's leave Thanksgiving Day and come back on Christmas.

If I don't decide the decision is made for me: stay at home. Unless, unless—there's a cheap flight to Colombia in January.

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