Winding Down Summer (#138)

Here on the North Coast the summer fogs seem to have lifted.  We hope!  Today is breezy and sunny.  A healthy respite after days and weeks of mist and grey.

Labor Day with its last hurrah is fast approaching while my seasonal job at Caspar Beach is winding down.

It’s time to return yet another unused wetsuit to LLBean. Every year I’ve come here (2007, 2009, and now 2011) thinking this will be the year I go in the ocean. So I faithfully order a wetsuit. It arrives and waits patiently for me to wear it into the vast expanse of the sea. That day never comes. Now it’s packed for a UPS return back to Maine.

Something it is that keeps the ocean and me on separate sides of an imaginary line in the sand. Not for me to question anymore. Rivers and lakes seem to be my watery forte.

I am in the planning stages once again for two upcoming trips. The first will be for a flight from Sacramento Airport in mid-September to Pennsylvania.

I’ll have a whirlwind two weeks to visit with family and friends.

When the Fam comes to pick me up at the airport we’ll enjoy a dinner at the Viet Thai restaurant we love in Philly’s Chinatown, one of our favorite traditions. Then homeward bound to the hills and mountains of northeast PA.

Granddaughter Kaitlyn has promised to take me shopping for hats, show off her new driving skills, talk about college life and her classes.

Granddaughter Arianna will get me reacquainted with belly dancing, share her latest incredible drawings, help me search for a new camera.

My daughter, Amber and her family now reside with only 2 pug dogs, Molly and Milo. Their pal Buddy passed over earlier this year. Milo struggles to keep going these days. Amber says he’s holding on so he can see me one last time. She always did know how to bring tears to my eyes!

Son-in-law, Todd takes Milo on the riding lawnmower when he cuts the grass. Both content to share some special time.  Everyone’s busy building and cherishing memories in their own way.

Autumn in the Pocono Mountains of PA is a very special time. The air is crisp and cool and clean. The countryside puts on a magical riot of colors as the leaves of maples, oaks and other hard woods become a kaleidoscopic feast for the eyes.

Every day will be rich with comings, goings and lots of laughter.

Afterward, flying back west to my little home on wheels I will then prepare for a road trip that will eventually take me back to southwestern Arizona.

But that’ a story for another day.

May all your memories be cherished ones!

Joy! Annie

About TinCanTraveler

Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Grateful for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace. Inhale love; exhale gratitude.
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8 Responses to Winding Down Summer (#138)

  1. Cyndy says:

    I am looking forward to laughing with you in Sept.

  2. Sher says:

    can’t wait for your visit!

  3. melissa says:

    I’m going to miss you!

  4. guy says:

    Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. Made up my mind to make a new start, Going to California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. Took my chances on a big jet plane , never let them tell you that they’re all the same. The sea was red and the sky was grey wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today. The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake as the children of the sun began to awake. Seems that the wrath of the Gods Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; I think i might be sinking. Throw me a line if i reach in time I’ll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high. To find a queen without a king, They say she plays guitar and cries and sings… la la la Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn Tryin’ to find a woman who’s never, never been born. Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, Telling myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.

    i got your YURT right here!

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