If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this past week was too easy, and this coming week is going to be too difficult. This past week, I didn’t have a care in the world. I had no appointments to worry about, no transportation arrangements to be made, I didn’t even have to leave the building. I’d tell you I had a great time, sitting outside in the beautiful September weather. The only thing I needed to do was get a haircut, which I finally did on Friday.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this coming week is going to be busier. I have to make all the final arrangements for transportation from my little corner of SE Wisconsin, to San Antonio, where it is still blazing hot. But I have to wear jeans and sometimes even a long-sleeved shirt, because I have to spend each entire day in an air-conditioned building, that feels like the back of your local butcher’s freezer. I wonder if we have a local butcher…. I’d tell you that I will be doing a variety of different adaptive sports for disabled veterans. I’d tell you that I am going to be shooting an air rifle at a target that is ten
miles meters away, and I can’t ever get the sights on the rifle lined up with the tiny ten dots that I’m supposed to be shooting at. Then I will be playing table tennis, which is one of my favorites. The last event I will be doing is Bocce Ball, which I first played in San Antonio, two years ago. I have played since, and my skills are improving with every event I attend.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my anxiety level is rising towards the roof with every breath I take. I would also tell you that I made a mistake on my airline reservation, and they so kindly charged me an extra $200 for that little. I would also tell you that I learned a lesson about airline reservations, and that is to wait until I have all the schedule information. I found it was entirely wrong both going and coming back. To change the reservation again, the
freaking airline so kindly charged me another extra $200, so now I’ve paid just about enough to fly there and back – twice! Maybe next year I’ll stay home for that event, and try going somewhere else where it isn’t quite as hot. Maybe the Winter Sports Clinic in Colorado, where I can learn how to ski?