I’m not a robot – am I?
To log in and write this I have to tick a box confirming I’m not a robot.
But that got me thinking.
Which is never normally a good idea but someone has to do it…
How do I know I’m not a robot?
I THINK I’m not a robot but maybe I’ve spent just tooooooooooooooo long watching The Matrix and similar films for my own good.
Hence outbreak of existential angst, partly driven by the impending holiday break.
What is it about holidays?
Just older and maybe no wiser.
Wow. That sentence is either very profound or positively depressing.
You can decide which. Maybe not…
I lurch from being convinced I’ll never get it all done before we go to thinking there’s plenty of time to, etc., etc., etc.
I’m sure you get the idea.
I was convinced everything was hunky dory this morning – just woke up thinking I had more time than tasks that couldn’t wait – but now it’s late afternoon and I can only count on three working days and I’m REALLY not so sure.
Everything will be wonderful
or it won’t. Only time will tell.
And somewhere along the way it would be useful to give some thought about our road trip before I’m sat behind the bl00dy steering wheel!
I can happily bumble my way through most holidays but a US road trip reasonably could do with a little planning.
The annoying thing is to look back over the previous road trips – three US, one Canada and a New Zealand – and we did the whole lot without the benefit of Google, Lonely Planet, satnav or even mobile phones in some cases.
But the last one was 21 years ago and time (and we) move on.
We have a plethora of information compared with years ago.
The earliest one was nearly 4,000 miles in two weeks covering California, New Mexico, Utah, Colorado and Nevada. With an atlas as our sole means of navigation.
And brochures from hotels and the odd travel guide to tell us where to go.
And, being honest, we DO have to go back sometime because there were a number of places we visited or passed nearby and missed something spectacular – just round the corner on that road I do remember passing in one case.
Grief, makes us sound like Livingstone and Stanley rather than a family from the southern UK…
So where are we going this time?
You know, I’m so glad you asked.
Although I did brush across it in last week’s missive.
Outbound to Denver via Vancouver, then to Yellowstone, Grand Tetons and see how long we have left.
If time permits, up to the Dakotas to see the Badlands and maybe even Mount Rushmore if we can.
Need to be back in Denver twelve (I think) days later and return via Toronto.
Obviously I WILL check this in good time because there’s nothing like a thousand mile race to get back in time if I get it wrong.
I’ve just noticed
I’ve not mentioned my week at all.
That’s because the mind is less and less focused on the mundane, although I wouldn’t want my clients to think their needs were boring compared with going to the US of A.
But they are, aren’t they…
So, back to the beginning – wasn’t that the theme music to the Scandi-noir series “The Bridge”???
I’m not a robot (number), I’m a free man.
Mixing my metaphors and visual allusions there.
Anyone remember “The Prisoner”?