Young Girls?
10/26/2004 02:24 p.m.
"young girls, they do get weary."

What is the tune with those lyrics?

Older girls sure do, too. Emotionally weary, in this case, not physically, and not oppresively so. But enough to know I need to go away, to dissipate, escape, shut down the constant pressure of thought, in my mind, restore, whether to exotic or average, but scenically, (is that a word?)different places. Enjoy being more remote from routine, worry, unintentional, subtle but felt blows coming at me, in the unwitting game of life, but happy and celebrant in private restoring the self, meditating on the blessings so abundant.
To follow a hegira, explore a hiatus. Escaping the constant neighborhood construction two houses down, and now the new project, one house down.

No phone, no computer, no door-to-door salespeople, no errands, no house labour. No more medical appointments, briefly, ... or loved ones in the hospital, (and hopefully none going there while we're away, but the future daughter-in-law is getting four wisdom teeth out just before, so I'll have a while to help her recover if I'm needed before going) and our brother-in-law is recuperating from pneumonia (complication of his cancer) at home now. Trying to take no worries I can't solve there, the best I can bring is my prayers to the Laurentian mountains, (not even any poetry or studies planned to get done).

Though not the best time of year for scenery by then, the price will be better in this off-season and the time, for an extended weekend away, long-needed.

I know I will be more refreshed for the labour when I return.

In a few weeks or so, almost planning to so many times, then with fate interrupting, I'm determined to go.
It's not Italy, (yet), or Japan or somewhere like that, but it's beautiful. In the beloved area of St.-Sauveur, Quebec, a getaway weekend awaits. Maybe even a Swedish massage with the salts of the dead sea. A few swims in the pool, curling up later by the fireside. Some early Christmas shopping in the quaint streets of Saint Sauveur with the little boutiques. Or back at the lodge, watching them make the artificial snow to start the winter season.
I am currently Bummed
I am listening to the roof work next door