I have a national women’s prayer group triennial meeting in Utah, and even if I’m still up to it physically, it’s unlikely the next one will be in this part of the country. The logical plan is that our daughter will come along with Skus and me. She’ll share the driving. She and he can hike and sight-see in the Wasatch Mountains while I’m hiking the halls of the convention center. We’ll detour to pick up a couple of our grandchildren. Theresa can keep up with a couple of teenagers; we can’t, and they aren’t old enough or experienced enough to go off on trails by themselves. We’ll come home via the Grand Canyon which none of us have seen.
Oops! Theresa had “retired” from work when a new contractor took over and she wasn’t happy with the changes (such changes usually mean either fewer hours or less pay or both), but her military retirement wasn’t covering expenses and then the contract went to another company which her former co-workers say is managing better. She applied. She’s back to work and of course has no vacation leave yet.
Re-think. Re-plan: I’ll fly to Triennial and back by myself. I’ve found a roommate there from Vermont and I’m looking forward to meeting her. When I get home, Skus and I will take care of home improvements and leave in time for a leisurely drive to reunions up north. We’ll drive fewer miles per day, have more days with those we love in other states, and come home (via the Grand Canyon if we aren’t worn out) when we feel darn good and ready to do so.