My second Sea Gypsies meeting has come and gone. The first of the post-Hello Kitty era. A Guinness, a meal, a talk, an evening shared around a common interest. Some might call it religion. Next week is my first pilgrimage: North Carolina for 5 days among the wrecks. Poseidon, keep the wrecks below and the divers straight. Amen.
Ten of us drive to N.C., sleep in a bunkhouse, and jump off a boat. Is this a second childhood or what?
And, for the first journey of the post-Hello Kitty era, Janet and I have decided on two months in Vietnam. We will visit Mark and Thuy and their new baby in Hanoi, and tour the land I spent years of my youth avoiding. This is the upside of Hello's passing. We miss her, but we are freer.
So I am back to work, planning another trip. Seems like that's my main occupation. Hunker down with my trusty old computer and plan away. Travelling is educational: seeing new things, new ways of getting through life, perhaps learning something; or perhaps not, perhaps just having fun. Maybe life is like Certs: not just one thing.
And before Vietnam is the summer in Barcelona and my experiment with volunteering to count fish. A new experience. I wonder if this means I am dissatisfied. After all, if I were satisfied wouldn't I want to do what I have been doing and I seem to prefer something a bit different. Shouldn't I be developing a skill (well, I am: diving) which is useful. I imagine my next career as a dive instructor and even I smile. But, aside from age, why not.
We shall see.
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