sabbatical
Has it been a long week for anyone else?
I remember hearing someone say, in a church that I attended several years ago, that "single people couldn't be counted on" because "they weren't reliable", "they quit early in projects". Naturally I was offended.
Later I admitted that I, myself, sometimes didn't finish projects I had started. Rudely, I was told that maybe that's why I'm still single. I thought about it and think that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a reason for being single so much as a result of being single. When I'm tired or stressed, such as now, because I have no built in support system (husband) I go till I burn out and then quit.
So this week my body keeps going while my mind is on its favorite fantasy. It's off in the salt marsh with the cast net. I must be transmitting images or thoughts mentally (or genetically) because my son has asked me to fry up some shrimp for dinner several times this week, which I did.
"There is a 40 foot Chris Craft named ‘Sabbatical' that is anchored just off the Georgia coast on the inner coastal waterway, (in my dreams). There is no phone or internet signal. I am making breakfast, the kind that raises my blood pressure. The cabin is toasty warm but outside the early morning air is chilled by fog. Coffee, bacon and salt air mix. Through the window at the kitchen sink I've already spied a pair of dolphins swimming down river with the tide and out to sea. I'll try to get some fishing in before they come back this afternoon."
It's going to be a lovely, lazy day of writing and fishing. Maybe I'll find a marina where I can tie up and log on to check my messages, maybe."
...in my dreams!
