It was an experience.
That's a bit like saying that the planet Pluto is far away. Understatement. Classic understatement.
Safe to say, this summer has disuaded my notion of retiring in Central America. I'm almost 62 now. Change is already difficult for me, any kind of change.
There were some neat things about my trip to Belize. But would I endure what I did again. Not likely.
Mike is trying to goad me into making a trip to the river. I don't feel comfortable doing that. Something I learned about myself this summer is that I am simply carrying far too much weight. I need to lose about 50 pounds, just for starters, in order to feels safe doing things like white water boating, again. My mobiillity is sufficiently limited that I don't feel safe. Haven't told Mike. Not sure how he will react. Truthfully, I am not eager to do anymore "testosterone rallies" with Mike and his eogcentric younger son. That is stoking the fire as well.
This summer has seen a good number of changes. I met with the new principal. My gut feeling is that she will be good for us, buit I fear being too optimistic, as that has backfired on me before. Still, I now see that change was needed at RCMS. Our now retired principal even acknowledged this himself in explaining one of the rationale for his retirement. Eleven years is a long time for any one person to be in charge. I have never remained anywhere for longer than six years. That seems to be my limit.
Once I reach it, things seem to stagnate for me. So it was, I think, with RCMS. Our retired principal did some special things for us, but, just as it is with all of us, there were some things that needed doing that weren't. Time for a change.
I still haven't returned to church since....well....it's been months, most likely early spring. I now wonder if I ever will.
