I know there’s such a thing as adult ADD but I’m wondering if it gets worse as we get older. It seems that I can’t focus very well these days. I’m getting excited about my upcoming trip so I know that’s a factor but I can’t even walk and chew gum at the same time lately. What’s going on? Hell if I know!
If you read my blog even occasionally, you probably know that I’m going to Peru soon. I’ve been reading until my eyes are bleary. As you can see by the title of this book, I’m trying to learn as much as possible about Machu Picchu. A friend who’s going with me on the trip told me about this wonderful read. The moment I heard the title I thought, “Now this guy is funny.” Happily, I was right about that. He’s very funny indeed. It isn’t often that one finds a travel book as entertaining as this one. Ah, but I’m not writing this post to sell books.
I’m laughing at myself as I try to figure out why I am writing it. I have found these past two years that if I write it out, whatever it is, I can begin to make sense of what’s going on in my life. It’s rather like thinking aloud, but in print. I hope it still works.
Back to Peru. Most of my life I have wanted to see Machu Picchu. I saw a photo of it in my Spanish book when I was about fifteen. I think that explains why I have pored over materials about that particular site. Now that the trip is coming at me like a downhill snowball, I realize that MP is only a small part of the trip. It’s time for me to pay attention to Arequipa and Cuzco and the Colca Canyon. I’m starting to get excited now about the magnificent textiles I’ll see and buy there, as pictured in the top photo. Aren’t they gorgeous? A feast for the eyes. Heavenly to touch. I’ll have to make some tough decisions. I can’t buy all of them.
This will be my first journey to the southern hemisphere. I must say my emotions are all over the map. (Groan.) You name it, I’ve felt it over the past few weeks. I’m elated, nervous, a little scared, very excited–so many things bouncing around–no wonder I can’t concentrate. I’ll be happy to get on the plane. Then it’s too late to worry about leaving something behind. That’s when I’ll let it go and relax.
And so I hope my wandering mind is calming down for the night and a good night’s sleep now that I’ve typed it out of my head. One more thing I will mention, though, and that is that my grandson DW moved to a new apartment today. He had stayed with me for the past two weeks while he awaited his “moving-in” day. A couple of weeks doesn’t sound like enough time to get settled in and I doubt that it was for him, but I became accustomed to having him here and I miss him. I guess I’ll set the alarm tonight since he’s not here to accidentally set it off. He was three years old in this photo. That was twenty years ago.