Logistics

This is what happens to cactus in the spring

I should count myself lucky that I live in an age when travel is relatively easy.  After all, how long does it take to get from the West Coast of the United States to almost anywhere in the world...no time at all, just jump on a plane and, bingo, you are there.  

So, why am I feeling so overwhelmed about our travels this year?  Does septuagenarianism (there's a word for ya') have anything to do with my dis-ease?  

Because we live in a retirement community, I am surrounded by older people and I watch my neighbors closely wondering if that confused gray-haired lady is my age or above.  How old is that slowly moving man who is holding up a line of traffic?  Can any of us avoid decay before the grave?   Happy thoughts, huh?

I think I will try to pack my worries in the unused part of my brain and simply accomplish one small travel preparation daily. That kind behavior is working for our morning mile; Yogi and I have walked over 40 miles so far.  As they say in Mexico....poco a poco.  

Cactus flowers last spring