planned packages and dreams

Sitting alone at your desk dreaming of the most fascinating journeys in life, you begin planning the package to increase the probability of higher comfort levels in all stages of travel. You decide on a destination. The journey is to be grand and the camera ready for even the most unusual sights at the most unusual times. As you arrive after many tedious hours of sleepiness and restlessness, you are tired and ready for food and rest. You do not know who you will meet or how much time you will have during the next day to see every sight and take in every delight, but you anticipate great things to experience.
Carrying out your plans is a total effort. Very much different than the lonely night at your desk when all was quiet and clear. Very much different than the reality you have experienced, your journey becomes remarkable from the very first morning of the very first day.
Reflecting back, the people you met along the way were from different cultures and countries. They all had their charm and essence. The person you became as a result of your journey is coated in what humanity brings to this planet: personality, pride, and progress.
Sitting alone at a desk is but one step in the greater process. If there need be such a sceme, may it be based solely upon a dream. All things begin there. LLc 98.2

recover and cover

It was extra cold this morning man let me tell you. It was cold enough for me to consider alternate plans for the day at the very moment I stepped out of the fucking car. As usual, the forecast was off by about 25 degrees. I was wearing shorts and a tee with another shirt; a double wrap so to speak. Huge mistake as my legs, hands, and feet were frozen for the entire first portion of the event. I had to stand by the fire and look on with desire as the hamburger patties were being prepared by the charcoal fire just outside the clubhouse. It was truely a saving grace to have fire nearby.
The hamburgers were tender and juicy and all three of them hit me where I needed to be hit. It was cold but my belly was full so I said to myself, "screw it dude, suffer. It will warm up soon." Sure enough the second portion of the event was blanketed with sunlight and warmth, only 4 hours off and 25 miles to the East of where all that cold weather should have been. In retrospect, I was the smart one for wearing shorts and just as soon as I get out of the hospital I will cash in that gift certificate I won so I can buy 2 dozen balls. A hundred bucks! Now what is wrong with those numbers there? That is correct! It is far too much fucking money to pay for balls. Especially when mine are currently being removed from way up inside my throat. Yes, it was a cold fucking day and there is no way on any day I will put myself through that kind of misery again. Well, maybe once I recover.