We had a great weekend on the boat. Today was all about relaxing--sleeping late, having a good brunch, going for a long walk, getting some beach time on a blanket, and generally milking the day for every bit of good that could be eked from it. It was a warm and breezy weekend, with just enough of the latter to keep the gnats and mosquitoes away. And cool enough at night to still cover up with flannel sheets and a light quilt on the boat.
Tomorrow I'm heading out for a work meeting in Virginia. I decided to drive because the airfares are crazy. Somehow I don't feel that I can justify having the organization pay $750 for a flight to DC. Besides I haven't had the pleasure of bumping along up I-95 for a few months. It will be an adventure to see whether the old construction sites that backed up traffic for hours have finished up and new parts of the decaying highway are getting reconstructed. I might as well look on the positive side and see what the drive has to offer.
I am sure that this is the last road trip for work before I leave my position on May 31. Somehow I've decided that I don't like the word "retirement". It sounds really old and cranky, and like I will have one foot in the grave. I don't feel like any of those things. Nonetheless, there will be more goodbyes to be said at the meeting. That's okay. They will know how to find me if they need me.
I'm sure that one of the things that we will discuss is the disaster taking place along the Gulf Coast. The oil spill that is heading towards the marshes, estuaries and bayous of the Gulf Coast is something that makes me sick. I think that it is another example of how man's activities are destroying habitat. This is indeed the nightmare scenario that many have feared. And yet the safety mechanisms that were supposed to work to stop the flow of oil have failed. I truly feel powerless but without much serenity around this.