Happiness. It's relative.

I cancelled my trip to Paris to do a crossword puzzle.
That’s not true. I cancelled my trip to Paris to pull weeds in my side garden and then to sit for an hour on the front porch while a four-year-old told me fantastic stories about monsters that involved painting popsicle sticks red and yellow and being extremely quiet when so instructed.
Okay. I didn’t really cancel my trip to Paris. I’ve never planned a trip to Paris. What I know about Paris is Hemingway’s Moveable Feast and all the chatty, catty descriptions of Hemingway and the Fitzgeralds hanging out with Gertrude Stein, all of them drunk and talking smart until dawn. I can do that here.
It occurs to me, being of a certain age, that I ought to be more worldly, well-traveled, sophisticated. I screwed this retirement thing up, for sure.
And now. Well, now, God only knows where I’m headed. There are, after all, monsters everywhere.
In 2019 we cancelled our trip to Australia to babysit in Paris for our traveling daughter, son in law and one year old. Not quite the same, as Paris for 3.5 weeks in April…… and it turns out that when one is pushing a stroller the Parisians can be very helpful (unlike our prior experience in Paris where they often treat Americans with disdain.) Finally heading to Australia in October, a mere 7 year delay. You may get to Paris yet!