A trip

I really want to take a trip. No where in particular, just a trip. I was thinking of going to the Oregon coast today, but other things changed those plans. I had planned to take a trip last summer, but I don't remember why I didn't. This summer, I really hope to make a trip or two.

I plan on visiting my sister in San Diego, that much I know. Not sure when, or for how long, but it's planned. I'd like to go for over a week, just to get out of the area, and semi-relax and just enjoy the lack of having to do anything at all. Then I want to go up to Idaho (hopefully with my sisters family in tow, but I think that's unlikely). I hope to go even if they don't go, and be like last year where I was all alone for a week or more, and don't have anything to deal with outside of my own solitude.

The guy who sent me one of the parts for my car, is sending me a 2nd (and by accident, 3rd) part for my car. I really hope that it fixes what is wrong with my car.

I'm toying with the idea of making a canoe this summer. Let me re-state that, in a little more accurate manner. Back when I was younger, probably early to mid 20's, I wanted to make canoes. I got a book on how to make it, and I even went so far as to buy some wood for it. But I never did it. And this summer, I hope to start that up again, and make one. Probably just a little 13 or 15 foot canoe, nothing extravagant.

I really enjoy working in wood, and it might be the only time I really get a sense of accomplishment or a sense of pride in something I do. I don't know why I've never done more stuff with wood, creating things or fixing/restoring/recreating things. It's where I feel my closest to a "calling", a true calling. Some people are painters, some people are musicians, some people work in wood. I'm one of those people who feels more at peace with myself when I'm doing something out of wood. I've allowed myself to get away from it for far too long, and that's a shame.