|Steamy, foggy dawn on the Rideau yesterday|
|Steamy, misty morning in Algonquin Park last week.|
I just could not muster any enthusiasm for concocting outfits. For imagining what I will wear to do which activity. For dreaming up the perfect jeans and sweater combination that will make me happy while we are walking about London, or touring Chatsworth, or scarfing back fish and chips and a pint. And I couldn’t begin to think of trying on sweaters and tees and jeans and jackets in this heat. Of course I shouldn’t be complaining. I know. All this travel is a privilege. And I still get to go to England. I know that after a couple of days, I’ll come around. Rise out of my funk, out of the emotional trough I seem to be in. And in a day or two my capacity for getting excited about packing and outfit planning, will begin to flow instead of ebb. I’m pretty sure about that.
|Steamy, hot day fishing on the Bonnechere River in Algonquin Park.|
And although it was a rush to get there, our camping trip was good. Helpful. Fall camping time is the best time for thinking. Sitting on a bench beside the deserted beach with my cup of tea and a book. Or in the canoe, dipping my paddle in the water, listening to the lapping of water against the bow, and the thunk of Hubby’s paddle on the gunnels. Or sitting around the campfire at night, watching the sparks disappear into the darkness, counting stars. All these things are conducive to wrapping one’s head around life. Like a brain re-boot. And I was in serious need of a brain re-boot.
|“Mr. Canoe-Head,” aka Hubby, portaging the canoe to the access point in Algonquin Park|
So, all will be well in a day or two. I did make a start, even if it was a somewhat uninspired start, to my packing planning this morning. And I did some research on-line. I always find Sue’s packing posts over at une femme d’un certain âge to be most helpful. A good place to begin. And this trip should be relatively easy to plan compared to some. Fairly short at two and a half weeks. Same climate throughout. No hiking or cycling or swimming or skiing gear required. And after I get my back and neck tweaked at physio tomorrow, and my hair cut on Thursday… well… I’ll be raring to go.
All ready to start planning and packing in earnest. Again. But I’ll get back to you on that later.
And… and… I hear that the weather is about to change too. Sigh. Now, that would be wonderful.
How about you folks? Do you ever suffer from a dearth of enthusiasm? Unable to muster energy to get ready for an event? Even a much anticipated one?