“Do you want to go with me to Japan?” Liz asked.
Hell yes! I thought. Instead, I said, “For how long?”
In the spectrum of her question, my question and her thinking about the answer, my internal peanut counter was shouting, “You can’t afford it!” and my adult responsibilities head voice said “No, no, no. You have to get your driver’s license and there is so much work to do on the farm. And you haven’t wrapped up that contest yet. The last voice, and perhaps the most powerful said, “You have spent more than a decade in South Korea which is literally a hop away.
I said yes and then I changed my mind and said no. I’ve not been fiscally responsible… ever really, but this has become truer since the horses arrived. Since I was waffling like usual, my friend just bought my ticket. About the time I found that out, I also learned that my friend’s friend was coming with her seven-year-old son. Gabe is six. The two days in Japan reaffirmed my decision to not have children of my own. I don’t think poorly of anyone who has kids. Inf act, I’d probably adore your kids if I met them. But I love being able to go home at night without them. I suspect a lot of this has to do with my insomnia.
Anyway, though the resort my friend’s husband runs was nice really nice, the trip was meh and my friend and I found ourselves disagreeing on the car ride home. It wasn’t a fight, more or less a difference of opinions about how did what when. The kind of things you grump about with people you’re really close to. And that is the note I left it at as she dropped me off an went home. A few minutes later, I got a call.
“The storage was set on fire while we were gone.”
And that is why I haven’t done all the things I should have done with the contest. I had planned wrap things up on my vacation, but, well @#$^^^&*!!!!!!