Very long overdue.
And it has me wondering:
Can I be slow?
So here’s the context. The kid is at wrestling camp in Tahoe. Camp is four days on, two days off and four days on. Rather than run back and forth between SoCal and NorCal we’re spending the week up north. Enter Vacation Rental by Owner.
I really wanted to try something new for us: a slow, quiet, relaxing vacation. We found a fabulous property in Auburn, California.
And yet…I’m now craving Chinese. It’s 10:30. John smiles at me. I think it means I’m out of luck. OK, so 24/7 Chinese food isn’t universal. Nor is the Grilled Cheese Truck. Nor Jerry’s Deli. Must stop…I’m too hungry!
Can I be slow?
I woke up earlier than planned, managed a cup of coffee and read.
Eventually the house stirred.
We managed lunch.
Read some more.
Wrote some more.
By 2:00 it was time to take the dog for a walk.
Up the block is Bell’s Preschool. As we pass we watched kids readying to pick plums off a tree. They asked about Jefferson. One boy has a cockerpoo. Plums await.
Then we drove into town. Half a dozen antique shops, a week’s worth of breakfast joints and the very fun Wild Women in the Garden.
It was a perfect day.
The question is this: could I live this life? There is no doubt in my mind that it is a better way to live. The people around us savor life in a way we don’t have time for in “the city.” In a way I want to savor it. I envy them the slow pace, the leisure, the connection to the land around them….
Looking out at the vista, morning coffee in hand, I want this. I want the ease of this. I want to send my son off with a warning to return before dark. I want to know where our food comes from. I want to wake to the crowing roosters, singing birds and playing children.
And I want access to the best and brightest of what cancer therapy can offer. I want yoga and tai chi and cutting-edge clinical trials.
It’s quite a choice. And since I’m not selling the house and making a beeline to the country, it is, perhaps, academic. Except it’s not. It doesn’t matter where I live, it matters how I live. As Abraham Lincoln said best, “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years…”