“To fall in love with God is the greatest romance;
to seek him the greatest adventure; to find him,
the greatest human achievement.”
St. Augustine of Hippo
(a good book, a camera and a backpack…hummmm)
Remember me telling you that my husband retired as of July 1 after 50 years of running
his own business?
Well, my quandary was–what does a wife do to commemorate such a milestone??
what does a wife do to commemorate the removal of a millstone from around one’s neck??
I’ve been working behind the scenes now for a year.
There was always one thing on the proverbial bucket list that he has always said he’d
like to really see in person.
A place he’s mentioned many times.
But not being one to want to leave the confines of our 50 united states would make such an
adventure rather impossible.
Now my bucket list, on the other hand, is pretty much endless….
as I tend to think more broadly while my husband ponders life with more of a
narrowed laser focus.
I want to see St Catherine’s Monastery in the south of the Sinai Penninsula.
I want to visit Krakow.
I want to visit Jerusalem.
I want to see Auschwitz and Dachau.
I want to be invited into the labyrinth of the Vatican’s library.
I want to go to Chartwell to visit my dear friend Winston…
I want to see Istanbul (aka Constantinople) and Hagia Sophia
I want to sit in Lambeau Feild, in the dead of winter, watching the Packers dominate
all the while wearing my cheese hat on my head,
freezing my a*$ off, as I cheer on Aaron Roger and company.
My husband, on the other hand, well, he could care less about any of that.
He does taunt me however with his wanting to moose hunt knowing that I
have emphatically stated that we will not ever bear nor moose hunt in this house.
Other than that, he’s pretty good.
Just find him a good fishing hole and he’s happy.
So I told him if he really wanted to see this one particular rather sacred and hallowed site,
I would make it happen.
And so today is the day we depart for this bottom of his bucket adventure…
the only adventure really in the bucket.
I have opted not to bring anything electronic with me but my phone.
Only a camera and a phone…
A phone in order to touch base with “the Mayor” of course!
…as in I hope she can get through this temporary separation from her chief aide
as she continues to resort to that continued foot in mouth miscue of hers…
Or rather…can this aide survive without the weekly fix of the Mayor…
for you see, this adventure was set in motion long before the Mayor came into our lives…
(the Mayor has a problem with always putting her foot in her mouth /
Julie Cook (aka cheif aide)/ 2018)
So how will you write your “blob” my husband asks…
“I won’t” I reply.
This is your adventure…
And so just know that I’ll be back in a couple of weeks–or three.
it’s that kind of adventure.
Prayers that his trepidation for this sort of travel will remain at bay
while I try to survive without the Mayor!
I have fought the good fight,
I have finished the race,
I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7