I’ve been approaching this weekend with a little bit of trepidation. I’m really looking forward to this weekend but am nervous upon its approach nonetheless.
The reason? The reason is that I’ve organised a weekend away with a bunch of girlfriends (it’s an annual event) and the last two years something has happened to shorten it or to make it a bit less enjoyable in some way.
Last year my cousin was killed at the beginning of the week and I still went away for the weekend but the funeral was on the Monday after and it wasn’t a pleasant thing to look forward to.
The year before that dad had a stroke the Monday before the planned weekend away and I only went for one night and while I’d reflect on it every now and again I had a good time inbetween those times because it had made me realise how life can strike you down at any time.
So this year, so far so good, and I’d damn well better not be jinxing things. However I got a text earlier to say that our campground was being threatened by fire and our venue has now moved. This isn’t the worst that can happen but it’s a real shame because the campground we’d planned to stay at is just perfect for all of us.
It will be different but I’m sure we’ll all have a good time. Damnit, yes we will.