Waiting for husband
To come home from Vancouver
My tablet needs him!
My crappy charger cable still worked when he left a couple of days ago even if I had to do some fiddling for several minutes before it started charging so I let husband take the good charger with him. Unfortunately, mine stopped working completely yesterday and now my tablet is out of juice. Sad llama. :-(
Anyway, my desktop computer and I are trying to rekindle the flame of our old love for the time being. I've really nothing to complain about my desktop computer. Only thing is, sitting in front of it for hours makes my back hurt! Getting old really sucks, kids! Enjoy your youth while it lasts!
Not an outdoor type
But I sure do love nature
I love nature. I love taking pictures of beautiful, natural landscapes. I love being alone with nature. But an outdoor type, I am not. I don't go camping. I don't take long hikes or climb mountains. I'm afraid of any animals that could potentially harm me even though I really have no intentions to harm them (with the exception of annoying mosquitoes and black flies—I hate them with a passion and would kill them over and over again.) I fear ticks and poison ivy so I don't go off trails by rule. I'm not really super adventurous even though I love long road trips and love finding amazing best-kept-secret places wherever I go.
I just love going to places with natural beauty where I could feel safe. I find travel a lot more enjoyable when I don't have to fear for my life or my safety or have to do anything overly physical. It may sound like I'm the type that would enjoy travelling to big cities, but I'm not. Not at all. I don't like going to places with a lot of people.
Like I said, it's complicated. Only my husband can understand my travel preferences. He's the best travel companion I could possibly have.
Addendum: I originally posted this as Friday Night Haiku even though it was still Friday morning. D'oh! Obviously, my brain reaaaallly can't wait for this weekend to start!
I dreamed of Iceland
A waterfall in West Fjords
Next to a staircase
I must've been cursed by the Icelandic elves when I was in Iceland, which would explain my constant longing and yearning for the country. It's a bit like being in love with an unattainable person who doesn't even know that you exist. You know, like a celebrity.
But then again, Iceland IS a celebrity and I'm just one of its gazillion adoring fans who are lucky enough to have been to one of its live shows.