The Summer That Was(n't)!
There must be something in the universe that has taken a personal dislike of me. I spend so much of the year yearning for summer and then when that precious time of light and warmth rolls around to my neighborhood something is amiss. Three and two summers ago I was moving ergo packing, finding a place to live, blah, blah. Then there was the tale of the knee surgery last summer. The summer of 2011 roles into the parking lot and before mid-June one of my facilities goes to ... well, heck in a hand basket. The much longed for months of midnight sun evaporated. The summer turned into a series of endless 14 to 16 hour work days, 7 days a week. The problems are beginning to abate just as summer is bringing sunrise at 6:30 AM instead of 4:15 AM and then sets at 8:10 PM instead of 10 PM. Oh crap. My sister asked me to cruise the Sound with her for a week and I can't. I'm on call and the new DNS doesn't start until mid-Sept. The golden vacation apple is just beyond my reach.
So naturally, I am thinking I should winter in South American. That has a certain ring to it. Of course I have to learn at least Spanish. But heck, I would apply myself in order to avoid dark days in winter on the Sound. Oh and I would need to work...
"Optimism and self-pity are the positive and negative poles of modern cowardice." ~ Cyril Connolly
Not sure what that means to me yet but I'll figure it out after I map quest a trip to...Brazil (?)