Everyplace

Originally Posted Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Long days, short nights.  Students count down the last weeks of school, seniors anxiously waiting on what is to come.  A summer of fun and freedom, and then. . . . I wish I could look to a summer off, to a coming change that was hoped for.  I will try to travel some this summer as I always do, but I find that my resources are more limited than I thought.  How do people do it?  How do they afford to go on vacations any more?  I used to be able to find cheap hotels in lovely locations.  I've been spending my disposable income on needed things.  This weekend it was a washer and a dryer.  It is only the beginning.  And each month, it seems, I am spending more than I make.  I may give up the studio.  I may not have a choice.  Seems that it might be sold by the not-for-profit foundation to someone who wants to make money.  Isn't that the way of the world.  There is enough money for vacations there.  We shall see. 

Still. . . summer is coming.  I want three days in Montauk at the Surf Lodge.  It sounds just fine, but I had better book it now.  Weekends are already selling out.  And, of course, it would be coupled with a stay in NYC.  I will have to take a loan out for this.  But I want to go back to S.F. and Yosemite, too.  It is not a choice of one or the other.  I want both.  And Montreal at the end of May.  And shit, Budapest and Istanbul, too.  Choices must be made. 

Maybe I don't really want to be a high school senior looking toward summer.  They are unprepared for anything that will happened, only partially educated at best, looking for the silliest forms of fun.  The boys, I mean.  Girls have a genetic predisposition for finer things. 

Oh, shit.  There I go again.  Nobody is recording me, are they? 

No matter.  Nothing will happen this summer, I fear.  I must "make do."  That is the hillbilly life I was meant for. . . making do.  I will need a lot of that from here on out.  Perhaps I should join a croquet league for Sunday tournaments.  There is that, perhaps, and some trips around town.  What the hell.  Every place is the same, right?  There is a leveling.  All is equal.  One thing is as good and valid as another.  At least I'm not living in Bagdad or Damascus.