Today would have been my last full day in Las Vegas, but my husband came down with pneumonia two weeks ago so we had to cancel our trip.
We go to Vegas a couple of times a year and out of the 10 or so times we have gone we haven’t had anything happen to make us cancel. I knew this luck couldn’t last forever and that one of these times we wouldn’t be able to go.
I’m not bummed because I knew this was going to happen at some point. It just sucks because I think we both needed a vacation but my husband’s health is definitely more important than going on vacation.
Vegas will always be there.
It’s all good.
When things like this happen you just have to go with the flow. It doesn’t pay to get pissed off or cry about it. I look at the bigger picture. We weren’t suppose to go for some reason. I think maybe God or one of our loved ones are looking out for us and protecting us from something.
I’m kinda glad we didn’t go because we would have missed out on the last weekend of camping. My brother has the site next to us and my husband’s brother has the site next to my brother.
My sister came out and helped us give our trailer a bath and clean both trailers. We ate supper at one of my favorite restaurants. We had a bonfire. A couple of friends came out. We talked. We laughed.
I really had a great weekend.
I feel out of sorts writing this off of the cuff. I had the first ten posts written and ready to go but then my husband got sick and I didn’t post for two weeks.
Going with the flow isn’t a bad thing. It’s just different. It’s letting go and letting things happen as they should.
Maybe I should plan less and go with flow more often.