On the one hand, I'm so incredibly excited that I can hardly contain myself. On the other hand, I'm so afraid of the 0.63% chance that I try to keep it in check and remind myself of that 0.63% and console myself that if it doesn't happen, well, then, probable was pretty darn close, 99.37% close and maybe the next time will be for real.
Ron and I are at times giddy (We're going to Paris!) and at times overwhelmed (Oh my god. We're going to Paris. What do we do about _____???). But this break for the holidays means all we can do is wonder, cogitate, dream, ponder and make lists. Oh lordy, we're good at making lists. The lists are on scraps of paper we dug out of my purse while at Costco, they're on pads of paper from the office, they're on the backs of napkins from the Chinese restaurant and one or two of them have made their way to a Word document.
We have lots of thoughts and ideas but are frozen to inaction. What if, in this week while everyone is holidaying, someone isn't holidaying and changing their mind? What if someone, in a moment of relaxed clarity says, "What were we thinking? We can't let Ron go to Paris!" What if the project gets canceled before Ron gets there? What if someone up the flagpole says, "No way! Putting someone on the ground in Paris is NOT in the budget." That 0.63% is nagging at us, picking away at us so that every time we have a few minutes to think about what we should be doing to get ready, we stop. How does one get ready for probable? How much effort does one put into probable?
We are determined to enjoy the time off, enjoy our Lodge since we may not see if for six months or so and we are determined to try to relax during this week of no work. Next week may be a very different story.
|view from the Ski Lodge living room|
|Ron riding my motorcycle in the snow!|
So we're trying. But we can't help ourselves.
WE'RE GOING TO PARIS!
|Pont Alexandre III -19th Century Bridge in Paris with a view to Napolean's Tomb|
|Arc de Triomphe|