How big of a box does a person have to have to survive being shipped?
Kidding! Work has been CRAZY busy (yeah! LOVE job security) so I’ve had the opportunity to help/learn some of the responsibilities of our shipping department, for the first time ever. Yeowzers did we boogie! Since boogie is another term for dance, let’s just say we had a lot of people doing the samba in unison. It was awesome.
We ship to 49 countries, so that makes you think (spiderweb): Last night they asked in Grief Share, if money were no object, where would we go for vacation? Hawaii was at the top of the list. So that got me thinking, what would it be like to be shipped somewhere and then what you would see after someone opened the box.
Italy might be cool. Maybe we could send the box to a cafe on the Grand Canal in Venice! Imagine the inside of the dark box, but for the pin-light air holes, the box swaying back and forth as we travel to our destination by gondola. The bright light as the box is opened and then the shocked face of the shop owner when he sees us. Um, surprise? We could see the Colosseum, Parthenon, the Roman Forum, maybe even the Amalfi Coast! Beautiful, the pictures I’ve seen at night. Unfortunately, mail is known to easily get lost in this country as the postal service is publicly owned so mail can be delayed for weeks, even months! I don’t think my port-a-potty could accommodate, so let us change destinations.
What about Hawaii? Waikiki, Pearl Harbor and USS Arizona Memorial (I am a history lover and appreciate the sacrifice others have made for my freedoms-a must see), Volcanoes National Park–errrrk. Volcanoes. NEXT!
Ireland sounds lush and green. Paris with the Eiffel Tower, Louvre, and the Arc de Triomphe might be kinda cool. Not really me, though.
State side is more my style. Scouring each state to find the best coffee shops, cafes, antique shops, diners, outdoor theaters, amazing small towns for pictures (in an antique car, air conditioning is negotiable), but #1 priority: meeting the locals and finding out what life is like in their tack dot of the world.
The coastal towns would be for exploring light houses, harbors, and taking walks on the beach/shoreline. We would have to visit the local hole in the wall diner where those 70 and over go to hang out. They have the bestest stories EVER!!!
Alas, that is not what I said. What it boils down to is: I have no dreams of adventure, no matter how much money you throw at it. To me, life is not about what you do, but who you do it with. Taylor and I are still trying to figure out how to feel our way through this darkness when our arms have been ripped off, one bump at a time.
Deuteronomy 30:3 “God, your God, will restore everything you lost; he’ll have compassion on you; he’ll come back and pick up the pieces from all the places where you were scattered.”
God will restore everything we lost. Archie isn’t coming back so I’m not sure how that one works. Hopefully that means someday we will dream again and maybe they will come true.
It is not that Taylor and I are sad all the time. We do find joy, we smile and laugh. It’s the longer things. We do great planning little things on weekends, it’s the long term that we don’t even know where to start, so we don’t. I guess we are just not ready. Someday.
YOUR TURN!!! Tag, you are it: If money were no object, where would you go and what would you see? Why?
Until tomorrow: Blessings