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Day One Hundred and Twenty One:  Losing Things

Back from Cuba.  I could be a lot more tanned but I did the whole sunscreen, shade, swimming thing instead of constant sun exposure, and I don’t really mind it.  I’m only peeling in certain places on my back where I didn’t re-apply the second day, and as for the shade of tan I am I don’t really mind it, looks fine to me.  Cuba was lovely.  We woke up every day, got a coffee, went to breakfast, then to the ocean for the morning, lunch, then to the swim-up-bar-pool and then back to our room for a nap, dinner, then bed early.  I feel like I should’ve expecyed it to be more exciting, but I loved just doing that.  I needed to just relax.

I had all of these plans for the summer (which I talked about nonstop) that now have to be put on hold till almost June due to my surgery this coming week.  I am not looking forward to it to say the least, it is just really inconvenient.  I shouldn’t be complaining, but I…I just want to not have to worry about it I guess.  I’ll have to enjoy this week  a lot since it will be the last time I leave the house for two weeks.  Aren’t I just so lucky?

Oh well, I definitely can get some serious yoga in during my time off, and booking things like riding and definitely reading.  I’m already two books into my five by July, if I keep this up I’ll fly past my goal!  Maybe, we’ll see, it all depends on how busy I get myself.  The following week is going to be compiled of casual working, going outside and seeing uptown and the mall, spending money and drinking.  My surgery will leave me not exactly bed-ridden, but definitely in confined area’s for two weeks atleast, and then I will begin the ultimate summer plans.  The Ultimate, because I will be pent up with anticipation until then surely.

As for reflections on Cuba it was an odd way of vacation.  Sitting around every day with your own thoughts and conversations restricted to the people around you, it feels like primitive pre-MSN days when I used to have to use a landline to call Ceara from across the street to see if she wanted to come over, or God forbid actually crossing the street and knocking on her door.  There was a lot of thinking happening, a lot of reading, and a lot of swimming.  That’s about the most I did all week, swim eat and think.  I guess we laughed a lot too, which is always good.  Not nearly enough sleep though, that’s for those two weeks of leave to catch me up on.

As for this week I am determined to get out of the house every single day and just do things.  Try new things?  Maybe, probably, hopefully.