Summer is not officially here yet, but I feel mine is slipping by without a plan in random, chaotic events.  I am no good at planning.  I am not good at organizing, either.  I'm not good at much, really, except thinking and talking and doing.  I can "do" in the moment, on a moment's notice, but much of what I do is not supported any more.

Like travel.  I used to just make up my mind to go somewhere days before I went.  I didn't make reservations.  It cost a little more, sometimes, but sometimes it cost less.  I'd book a flight and rent a room when I got there.  New York.  Key West.  Parts Unknown.

I just want to decide sometime this week to go to Montauk, to go see the Hudson Valley.  I just want to pack a small bag and go.  It won't be doable.

"Camp with a Kodak."  Boys will be boys.