Man. I’d ask where spring went, but looking out my window, there’s no evidence that spring has even taken a peek at Ohio yet. The glaciers that grew to each side of my driveway this winter have shrunk to little mounds about the size of hamsters, but other than that? Gray, rainy, cold. No sweet little pink blossoms in this neighborhood yet.
I spent the last week of March in Las Vegas, which is about as different from Northeastern Ohio (and not just because of the weather) as Bangkok. We mostly speak the same language. That’s about it.
As expected, the sun was shinier than a new quarter and what appeared to be a nicely global sampling of folks stumbled around dressed inappropriately, drinks in hand. Las Vegas casinos are pretty much interchangeable with casinos all around the world, so the sun is irrelevant when you’re playing the slots. Ding-ding-ding! Wheel! Of! Fortune!
That trip was for WORK, folks. Do not assume for one minute that this was a vacation choice for me, okay? Thank you. (Or as Las Vegas Elvis used to say: Thank you. Thank you very much.)
Unfortunately, I’ve spent more time dismantling trips over the last month or two than planning them. No wonder I’m feeling disheartened today, right?
My son’s wedding is cancelled, so I’m not going to Australia next month. I also cancelled my trip to Dayton for the Erma Bombeck Humor Writers Conference this weekend (have fun, you guys!). I won’t go into the details on either account, but I’ll just say this: it’s much more fun to SCHEDULE a trip than to CANCEL one.
But like Annie, I do believe the sun will come out tomorrow and that I will be inspired to conjure up a new adventure soon. I’d love to meet my buddy Bernadette in Northern Ireland this summer. That’s one idea simmering on the back burner at the moment.
My friend Cindy just got back from a visit to New York City with her daughter, Isabel. Being fans of “Project Runway,” I know they visited Mood. Can’t wait to hear about that trip.
What are you doing in the months ahead? Inspire me!