Obligations a Curse

Frustration mounts as the heat rises, the motto of my summer. The powerful pull of heading out to visit Cindy and Max in MV is getting side tracked by what I think is a curse word, obligations. We could have been there two days ago but Lil had an online course. My son heads on an assignment to the Dominican Republic Friday and none of his friends can get him to the airport. I have called several driving companies all unable. My first radio show that is being done live from a studio early Saturday. (Most are phone ins) Still I cannot help but think of some of my most pleasant stays at the McGee House in Edgartown. Lobsters plentiful and steamed served at the big wooden table, evening approaching softly while sitting on the back porch. I can now taste the great ice cream just a short walk from the house which by the way passes some of the best looking houses in the world. Its time to learn to fly my own plane!