Raison d’Etre

On vacation, I like itineraries. I like purpose. If we are out for the day, I chart my map, research the shops and museums that we must see, and my only anxiety comes from fear that my husband will divert us in some way, knowing full well that he will.

My husband Jim is a meanderer. His favorite way to spend a vacation day is to get in the car, and just see where it takes us–almost like a Oija board on four wheels. While this MO definitely makes me a little fearful that my to-do list is doomed, I must admit that I’m not quite sure that without Jim’s meanderings we would have ever made it to the top of that obsure mountain above Fort William in Scotland, where we comingled with sheep and schoolchildren, sharing a bird’s eye view of the town for the better part of an hour. Nor would we have discovered Weston Priory in Vermont, where my husband–uninvited but also unapologetic–drove up the driveway only to find that visitors were indeed welcomed with open arms to the services and to sit at their pond and read. Now, we are frequent daily visitors, and occasional overnight visitors there. Would this blessing have occurred if we hadn’t been meandering?

So the purpose of this blog is mental meanderings. I have a few essays that i have written in the past that I want a dumping ground for and these will be noted, but most of the material will be fresh and new and frankly, since I haven’t started meandering yet, I can’t say exactly what the journey holds.