Not Mundane at all

I called my son this evening. We don’t chat as often as I do with my daughter. He’s quite busy with a new baby, a still yet new wife, and a new job. So I try not to be a bother. He asked me why I hadn’t blogged in awhile. I stated that the week had been mundane in the eyes of other readers with workkamping, cruising the county, golfing, engaging with friends, and running weekly errands. He asked me if I thought my life were boring or mundane. I offered that it was not. It was then he infomed me that our lives of travel were far more exciting than the lives of quiet desperation practiced by most of the masses. This got me to thinking about words from a former travel and mystery writer, Agatha Christie. … Your travel life has the essence of a dream…..It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it……It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again……It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing……But you are like the Vikings or the master mariners of the Elizabethan age, who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.