'LOST' and Found


The American Broadcasting Company (ABC) came out w/ a new television series in 2007 called ‘Traveler.’  My second favorite network TV Series of ALL TIME, ‘LOST,” – ranking only behind “Twin Peaks” – was winding down and had already become a bit wonky, so I was ready for something new.  Lucky me, I found ‘Traveler.’ Three graduate students are up to some shenanigans in a NYC museum and a bomb goes off.  You soon come to find that it appears as though one friend set-up the other two to take the blame for the supposed terrorist attack.  Riveting, right? YES! Will Traveler goes missing and the other two are on the run.  I couldn’t wait for the next episode every week.  But then the show was cancelled.  Lasted one season. I wonder what the story arc was supposed to be for Will Traveler?

I wonder what our story arc will be, too.  It looks a lot more positive and interesting since the management of my health issues has seen some improvement (though it is a roller coaster—the “good days” are present and are treasured).  Shout out to the hoards (not kidding—SO MANY PEOPLE!!) of well-wishers; prayer warriors; family; friends; colleagues and strangers who have been so concerned and encouraging.  I appreciate it all greatly.  A heart-felt “Thank you!” to you all.  It has made a difference.

So, back to “Arc of The Kevenant . . . and family.” Traveling sure is A LOT different when you relocate your “home base.” It doesn’t feel ANYTHING like a vacation w/ the day-to-day, but when you reposition your residence for an extended period, the weekend “travel radius” is also [obviously] different.  That element is fantastic.  We took advantage of what is still “low season” and went all-in on an all-inclusive resort on Cozumel this past weekend.  No flights; no rental car; and about a 70% savings compared to what we would pay in about a month.  With 36 meals included in our stay (and all the snacks and beverages that we wanted), it was almost as though they paid us to stay with them.  We lounged at pools, snorkeled in the ocean and ate all sorts of incredible food.  The kids continue to embrace the opportunities to try the unfamiliar – both w/ food and activities.  Greta came back to our table with a plate obtained from one of the buffet stations and said, “Okay everybody – grab your fork and try some octopus!” Everyone tried it.  Nobody had seconds. The resort also had a 4 meter-square chess board.  Solvei and I played a game, which was my first completed game of chess since junior high school.  Then, over the next two days I played three more.  With Soren.  We all tried snorkeling on Day Two of our stay; and most did Day Three as well.  Soren and I found that snorkeling wasn’t our thing (thus, the chess).  Soren had trouble with his mask; I had trouble with panic attacks. All-in-all, the weekend at ‘Allegro Cozumel’ was a nice break for all of us, as the day-to-day stressors of work (Kevin), volunteering AND establishing a new vocational opportunity (Tricia) and school (the fair-haired quartet) have been daunting at times.  But always interesting.

We are nearly 2 months into this new normal, and we are still trying to figure out where to get things.  I have probably had most of my “translator app” conversations w/ pharmacists, and have probably been in at least a dozen pharmacies, shopping for the best insulin prices and availability.  One conversation didn’t warrant a translator app, and it occurred about 20 feet outside of a pharmacy. 

“Hey, amigo! You need a new hat? Some sunglasses?” 
“No, gracias.”
“You want some weed?
“What?”
“You want some blow?”
“TAXI!”
The independent pharmacists don’t have insulin.

If you follow Tricia on Instagram and/or Facebook, you know that we have recently moved into a new place.  It is still in the development known as “Playacar – Phase II” – only about 1 km from our old place.  We were able to pack EVERTHING in one 2011 GMC Acadia-load as we moved.  As we unpacked, I thought, my gosh, we have a lot of stuff!  Think about that.  I do.  Tricia and I get nauseous when we think about our storeroom back home.  I love living simply.  I don’t want to own “things.”  If this experience has taught me anything, it’s that I want to spend my time (and money) DOING things. And I’ll tell you this: doing things from “relocated home-bases” sure has struck a chord. The time we are able to spend with the kiddos has ramped up tremendously.  My God, that has been awesome! All other hobbies pale in comparison.  I think they are appreciating that, too.  They still talk about Northfield; our home on Fremont St. E.; their friends and family members.  You would expect that they would. I must tell you, though – I hope that gets LOST in the wanderlust of these newfound experiences at some point.  It certainly has for me.  Personally, I don’t want to go back.  I think that says a lot given how challenging all of this has been.

I wonder where this arc will go.  Will it last one season and then end? Will there be more? I can’t wait to find out . . .

-K






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