I always plan. Then it seems like my plans go awry. So last year I had planned on retiring and spending half my year at home and half my year in Indiana with the grandkids. It was a great plan because those grandkids warm my soul. After almost four weeks there (and if I'm honest within the first week) back in Jan/Feb I knew my plan had gone way awry.
Once home, and with an awry plan, it was time to make new plans. I went back to work part time because I was invited to. I am scheduled two shifts a week. Naturally so far, I have worked more than that. But being scheduled two days opens up space for new plans. I can fly to Indiana to see the grandkids for a few days and then be back in time to work. That can work out kind of nice.
So, I am free to fill in some more space in my year since I won't be in Indiana for extended visits. New Orleans has been calling me. It is another one of those places that I have visited and didn't think I would return. Maybe I'm still searching for that elusive cast iron cat doorstop that I refused to buy last time I was there. I want to go back and so it is on my list for a possible fall excursion.
Then I am still wanting to go to Vancouver, BC. Amtrak added a route so I could just ride the train. I don't have a timeframe for this one yet, but it is in the planning stages.
I think I love the planning almost as much as the doing.