Seeing the rain fall all day long; listening to churning rivulets race down the gutter drains, and watching fallen leaves gently drop downward into the rising stormwater gathering curbside …
… my thoughts were suddenly caught and catapulted into the future.
I have to believe we, as Americans, can still anticipate a future we can fully enjoy.
I have to believe sanity will take hold again; and stop the destructive actions being forced on us.
I have to believe that we can still hope to have hope.
I may be trapped inside, for the time being – but I’m already planning my great escape 4 months from now 😉
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rmPckNvD3E)
I grabbed one of the plastic jars I’ve been
hoarding for pantry use – and cut a hole the lid: this will be my ‘Ambitions’
jar.
Then, I grabbed a couple sheets of printer
paper and folded it into strips I would use to make notations on – I folded,
and cut 31 strips.
There are 31 Sundays from the start if March, to the end of September 2021. I intend to research interesting destinations; and write each place down on a strip … along with address/phone number/estimated mileage/sliding scale cost of said adventure.
31 ambitious Sunday~Funday projections 😊
This afternoon the first slip was slid into the jar:
I realize that dementia boy biden, and nazi puppet insleeze, can ruin my big plans with their dictator tactics, if they shut down 2021 too … and I have plans for that possibility, too 😉
But, today, I was focusing on ‘get-out-of-Dodge’ projections.
If I have
a traveling companion in 2021, I’ll be thankful; if not, that’s okay too.
I’m making tentative plans and going with the flow.
I intend to squeeze every drop of life out of the life Elohim gave me to live.
When I slipped that first slip of folded paper into my jar of hope, I could feel Bob smiling with me.
I could almost hear him say, “I’m proud of you, Honey. You can do this; I have faith in you.”
I am nervous – I won’t downplay that.
And I know there will be a touch of fear
riding with me when I load my duffel bag and leave the carport for my first
overnight roadtrip without Bob – but, he’ll be with me in spirit.
Smiling down on me every mile of the route.
Echoes of his loving encouragements giving me
courage, and strengthening me with resolve.
