I've been plodding through the last few weeks. So much snow, so much cold, so many health issues for people I care about. My father-in-law was hospitalized last week and is now in a rehab center until they can arrange home health care. At 96, problems are not unexpected. Still, we worry. A friend needs surgery, another was diagnosed with Stage 4 lymphoma . . . bad news is arriving on a regular basis and I don't like it.
I find myself wishing for a trip to the tropics. I would love a dose of sultry air and salty sand. I want to feel the trade winds blow while I float lazily in the waters of Cinnamon Bay . . . Sadly, I don't see that happening. My friends Sally and Sue are sailing into the sunset soon with the Searsport Rug Hooking cruise. When they told me about it months ago I considered joining them, but thought Pete and I might make it back to St. John this year. I don't think that is going to happen. I'll have to resort to daydreaming . . .