Humpty Dumpty does El Camino de Santiago de Compostela

September 11, 2016

From Janelle:

Well, they finally broke me.  Just as indicated might happen in my last post, I finally cracked.  Not quite smashed into pieces as Humpty Dumpty when he fell off the wall but teetering on the edge.  Two jobs, two remodel projects, two corporate audits, TOO MUCH!

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The house project started in January at my busiest time of the year as a corporate audit (not a bad thing, just a regular part of biz) was scheduled.  April commenced with office remodeling and shuffling personnel.  June ended with business travel piggy-backed by a second audit and the 2nd job has just been crazy-town all year.

The audits are over (on a high note I did so well they have scheduled out an additional year, a huge accomplishment and a nice payoff for all the hard work), the two jobs roll on (additional personnel have helped but every day still feels like Hans Brinker stuck his a finger in a dike), and the two remodel projects continue.  I hit the wall, first in January and then again, hard, about two months ago.

My fuse has been short and Lewis and I squabbled more about this project than any other.  It just took soooooo long.  Contractors can’t schedule incredibly busy subs and everything drags on and on and on and on.  The home project is finally almost completed but we’re so burnt we can’t think about furnishings and the joy in the room is gone, chiseled away each month by stress and confrontation.

We embark on cross country motorcycle trips every couple years and love them, me on my smaller but faster hog and Lewis on his cruiser.  He was adamant about heading to Colorado with our group and I just didn’t have it in me this year.  I’m tired and mentally exhausted.  Road-therapy has been good over the years but I’m not feeling it right now.

A friend walked El Camino de Santiago de Compostela  in Spain a year ago and from that moment I knew I needed to follow her footsteps.  WHEN never seems like a good time but when Lewis was insistent about the Colorado trip it was the right time for the Camino.

I’m traveling solo.  I don’t like to travel by myself but I’m going alone.  No time for a traditional thirty day Camino but the new boots will trek fifty miles in eight days.  The walk won’t be strenuous but I’m hopeful life as a pilgrim will be enlightening.

Lewis will join me in Barcelona after his road-therapy, we’ll rent a beach house for a week and remember life before we had too much crap.

From Lewis:

It’s true! It has been a rough year.  No more projects for a while. We are going to be here for a long time and so there is no rush to start anything else.

It is also true we like our road trips. Although I may like them a little more I wouldn’t say I was adamant about going on this trip cause I always want to go and I’ve been saying since last year that I would like to plan on it this year.  Janelle was just adamant that she didn’t want to go and I have no problem with that although I enjoy seeing her in the rearview mirror as we cruise on the open road. I will miss her on this trip. But I’m glad we’re spending time together in Barcelona. It should be a fantastic time after her trail therapy and my road therapy.  Who needs a shrink?

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Do It Anyway!

October 13, 2013

From Janelle:

I’m scared when I ride my motorcycle.  Most of the time the day begins with anticipation of a great ride but sometimes there’s a quickening of the heartbeat, labored breathing and shaking hands but I do it anyway.  Why?  I won’t let fear get the best of me and my husband will leave me if I don’t go.  Or make me ride on the back of his bike.  I’m not sure which is worse.

One of the activities at a function last weekend was a “slow ride”, a challenge of skills, the slowest rider who doesn’t put his foot down wins.  It is an ability that any skilled rider possess and we do it often, suspended motionless at a light for just a moment, feet on pegs, throttle revving for balance.  As I’m usually the only female rider at these events I figured it was time someone remind ‘em that ladies can do it too, right?  The guys sometimes forget.  I laughed as people I’d met for the first time gaped when my hog approached the start line.  I was nervous.  When participating in the slow ride at an event several years ago my top heavy Sporty tipped over but the grass was soft and willing bodies helped to right the heavy Harley.  I showed my husband that I was shaking and he squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss.  Never once did he suggest that I forgo the competition.  Then again, I’m sure it never crossed his mind.

From Lewis:

Yes she was shaking but I think it was from the anticipation of competition this time. Not any chick will get up and challenge the BOYS at one of their own games. But if a squeeze and a kiss was all she needed it worked.

Oh and yes if she doesn’t want to go I will leave her at home.

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