Only one week until Elizabeth and I fly off for our long hoped for, and finally happening, trip to England. I say "long hoped for" because we wanted to make this trip, hoped to make this trip, years and years ago, back in the nineties. But something always got in the way. And now, just when it finally is about to happen... I seem to be having difficulty getting psyched up. I'm having particular difficulty getting psyched up to plan my packing. You know, making lists of what outfits I might wear, and what pieces I might pack. And that, my friends is not like me at all.
Maybe it's the heat. We're having a steamy, humid, uncomfortably hot spell just now. Temperatures in the thirties, with humidex readings of 40° C. Maybe I'm feeling a bit drained after an emotional spring and summer. Or maybe I'm just suffering from planning, packing, and unpacking fatigue.
|Steamy, foggy dawn on the Rideau yesterday|
It seems as if it's been nothing but plan, pack, unpack, repeat for months. So far this year I've been on one extended trip to South America, three pretty emotionally fraught trips down east, one to Toronto, and two week-long camping trips. In the past few weeks Hubby and I travelled to Fredericton, then drove home to Ottawa two weeks later, only to turn around and go back down for my brother's funeral two weeks after that. Trust me, we won't be making that thousand kilometre drive again for a while. Then, not wanting to miss our fall camping trip, we had three days after we arrived home from our second New Brunswick trip to unpack, and then plan and pack for our camping trip. And now, back home from camping, I've spent two whole days doing laundry from the camping trip, and packing away for the winter all the clean camping things (bedding, towels, fishing clothes etc etc). And today was to be my planning, trying on outfits, making possible lists for what to pack to take to England day. But... this morning I opened my journal to a fresh page, duly inscribed the page with "Packing for England," underlined it nicely, and sat down. "Meh," I thought.
|Steamy, misty morning in Algonquin Park last week.|
|Steamy, hot day fishing on the Bonnechere River in Algonquin Park.|
|"Mr. Canoe-Head," aka Hubby, portaging the canoe to the access point in Algonquin Park|
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?