For the past month, I’ve had a goal in mind. As things kept going bad around us, I would say to myself “In just __ days, I’ll be going to Maui.” Things have finally settled down here. We’ve had lovely visits with two of my nieces, and my cold seems to be improving a bit each day, so the mantra hasn’t had to repeated quite so frequently.
Tuesday morning at 0:dark:30 six of us will put our sleepy bodies into a limo for the trip to the airport, and by 7:00 we will be taking off for Hawaii. It will be my first visit. We’re going to attend a family wedding.
Ten of us will take the same plane. We’ll meet another eight of them, who will fly out two days early. My Aunt, my Dad’s sister, must be turning in her grave to think of so many of us all on the same plane. I never worried about things like that. I figured it was superstition, and the statistics support the idea that flight is the safest form of travel. Still…someone had to fill in for Auntie, so I was the one who voiced the thought.
Other than attending the wedding, I have a few things on my agenda. I want to sit in the shade of a palm tree, reading a book, and having someone bring me refills for my iced tea. I want to walk along the water’s edge each day. I want to fly over to Oahu to see the Arizona Memorial. Other than that, I don’t have any particular plans. We will only be gone six days and five nights, so I plan to have the most laid back visit I can manage.

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