Sometimes life has….perfect timing. I left for Phoenix this morning, and Hartley’s daughter came in for a visit last night; I cleared out of the guest room just as she needed a place to sleep.
I’m travelling for business, but because my world is all about finding and maintaing balance…I’ve got to take a couple of days for myself. I like to treat ALL trips to thye airport as “vacation”. I read pleasure books, I drink Bloody Marys, I chat with people who want to tell their story, I help old-timers navigate their way through the new-fangled operations of Homeland Security…I travel as if I’m without schedule. Today I encountered a man in the bar who had just gotten off a blues cruise, so we chatted about music. A gay couple with whom I shared a seat needed real estate advice (read: cute homes in the appropriate neighborhood). I obliged.
I watched a movie on the plane. I don’t even go to movies at home. Whatever…I’m on vacation.
I drove into Scottsdale where I checked into a Hilton. I had “gourmet Mexican” for dinner. It was a l-a-r-g-e plate of meat with a few onions scattered about. Whatever, today I’m on vacation. I just-said-no to the guacamole. Although I love a good guac (especially one made expressly for me at table side) I thought the portion of “enough for four” was a little over the top. No Guacamole. No cocktails.
I have to be ready for tomorrow…