…and now I am back.
Went to Vancouver to help out a friend. Stayed a week. And I got a little caught up in the ‘business’ of it all and could feel the lure of the place again. Money was offered. Jobs were offered. Friends gave greetings. Challenges presented up. I actually felt the thrill of it again. Whoa, Nellie!
By the time I pulled my head out of the thick of it at the end of the week, I was neck deep in negotiation, strategizing, planning, math, execution, business models…..and I couldn’t stop, actually. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Ooooooohhhhhhh….it was goooooood.
It was fun, actually. I enjoyed it.
But I was also exhausted. And, like many town take-aways, I got a head-cold and that was plugging up my brain. I was completely ‘done’ by the end of the day. After a week, I realized that I could not keep this kind of pace going. Nor did I want to. It was fun while it lasted. But it was over. “Thanks for the offers but the answer is no. I would start falling asleep in meetings by week three and you’d regret making the offer. By week five, I would die from a jammer and, in so doing, I would regret taking the offer. I see only disappointment here for all of us. Only Sal can see an upside….buying more shoes and maybe taking that mourning-widow cruise she has been planning a little sooner rather than later. ”
So, I am back after having done my best to mess things up for as many people as I could.
It is good to be home.
Good to have been part of a Sally and Dave sighting. Usually reclusive by choice but occasionally known to appear when friends need a reality check. With their ears stuffed wax they avoided hearing the Sirens singing, “Come to the urban rocky shores.”
Yeah. Odd, that. I have always been susceptible to flattery no matter how thick it was laid on. Sal used to say about all men, “I can’t believe how all men believe over-the-top flattery about themselves even when it is obvious I am joking. And you, sweetie-pie, being as cute and witty as you are, are the most gullible.”
“You think I am still cute?”
But this week’s flattery was simply not enough. By the end of the week I was almost asleep and didn’t hear most of it.
Must be nice to be accepted, nay, welcomed back into ‘civilization’. But I’ll bet its even nicer to escape back home. Lucky you – the best of both worlds!
True. And I feel lucky. Very much so. But, don’t forget, I limit my engagements to a precious dozen or so previously well-vetted and familiar friends. I try to avoid the 1.4M other people. Plus, I keep it short. Part of the reason my friends like me is that I am NOT there very long and only visit once per year. Brevity is the secret.
And- right again – Sal and I fell back in the chairs on the day we arrived home and declared for the gazillionth time, “Oh, God! It is GOOOOOOOOOooooooooood to be back!”
And I appreciate just as much my third world – the virtual friends of this blog and the readers of the book. THEY are a real treat. Like icing on the cake.