Saturday, July 16, 2011


The family has headed out in the Pacific Northwest summer (which means rainy and cool) to the farmers' market, Goodwill (they are at the mercy of Beve, after all) and other hot-spots, while I take care of business here.  Writing a post, for example, but also finishing laundry, packing suitcases, etc.  Tomorrow Beve and I spend the night near SeaTac because we have a 6AM flight.  Who in tarnation planned that early a flight, when I am patently NOT at my best in the morning.  Not only not my best, but barely a self at all.  But wait, that was me who picked that flight.  Back in the deep of winter when summer plans were merely dates on the calendar and had no bearing on real life and my actual body.  Now that I'm staring it in the face, it has a whole different feel.  We should have booked that red-eye. Live and learn, as Beve's high-school basketball coach always said, and all we do is live!

So we're off to New Jersey for a week of Koinonia with old, close friends.  I've written of them before.  These are the men Beve and I went to elementary school with.  They became Beve's closest friends, and by marriage, mine, though I share a long, deep, wide history with them. The week we three couples share each summer has become, as one of them put it in an email a few weeks ago, 'sacred ground', and we guard it from all that might encroach.  Last summer Beve suggested we spend the next three summers in each home, so we're off the Cranbury, New Jersey where the very successful business executive and his marketing researcher wife live.  They have a list of possible places we might visit while we're there, if we can squeeze in the time between all the conversation and eating required during the week.  The conversation is mandated, of course.  It's what makes Koinonia.  Fellowship--deep, life-changing fellowship! 

At the end of that week, on the 25th, I'll hop a train (with a ticket, of course, though how romantic it sounds to have been a hobo!) up to Providence, RI where my youngest brother will pick me up.  While Beve's back home, hopefully laying on that decking I wrote about yesterday (interesting that I should write about HIS work, rather than something I will personally do!), my sister RE and I will spend a week with BB and his family, and my nephew K and his wife, C.  I have visions of great Boston sights, punctuated by plenty of time by the pool.  All laced with the inimitable Crain-style Koinonia I cut my eye-teeth on--equal parts of wit and depth. Oh, and food, of course.  Always food, if my family's around.

All this to say, I'm leaving on a jet plane and when I get back, it'll be August, I'll be another year older (by a single day!), and since my computer died a painful death a couple of months ago, I won't be taking one along.  So I don't know how often, if at all, I'll be posting in the next two weeks.  But that's what vacation's for, right?

There are a couple of things I'm a little (or A LITTLE!!) concerned about in preparing for this trip.
  • the flying: I am a bit of a nervous flyer. Have I admitted this before?  No matter how often I fly, and how many times I remind myself that a Christian has nothing to fear, I struggle with this.  I know I'm not alone in this fear, which is comforting, but doesn't do much to stop it from making me tense on take-offs, especially.
  • The more significant issue is that sitting in one position without moving for long stretches (like 5+hours) is excruciatingly hard on my left leg.  The last time I flew across the country, I suffered for it the entire five days I was there.  Could barely walk by the time I returned home at the end (though I'm really not very worried about what happens when I get home, because...I'll be home!)  I talked to two of my doctors about how to alleviate the inevitable pain, and have a game plan, but won't know if it'll be effective until Monday night or Tuesday morning when I try to walk. 
  • And walking.  Yep, all the potential walking.  I used to be a fast walker, liked to cram a whole lot in on such trips.  But here's my reality: you know how hard it is to walk when your leg/foot's asleep?  Imagine doing that for 8 years.  Every single step.  I'm used to it in my daily life, but it drains me.  And I compensate on my right leg. So I can't imagine how I'll do all the walking.  But holding my friends and family back makes me crazy.  Sigh.
So there you have it.  I'll let you know how it goes.

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