Sabbatical Blues

At age 57, I am part of the Tsunami of baby boomers who are ready to retire in the next decade.  Like so many of my generation I entrenched myself into my career and childrearing for many years.  I identified so strongly with both I feel as though I will fade away without them in my life.  My son, who has a family of his own, has moved away and I can retire from teaching with a full pension in a couple of years.  To ease the transition from our very busy lives into our own personal journey of self-discovery , my husband and I are taking a year’s sabbatical from the working world and travelling North America in a 5th wheel trailer.

 With twice as much time spent with my husband in half as much space, travelling together all the time with two dogs and living on half as much money, reporting on the lifestyle changes we experience this this year could prove an interesting blog.  If you’re an empty nester contemplating a sabbatical, retirement, road trip travel, personal development, a lifestyle change, working from a mobile office, soul searching or even just long term camping in a trailer, then this blog’s for you.  

Having adult responsibilities at a very young age, (my son was born when I was 19) I had to grow up fast. I didn`t get a chance to explore the world through travel or work to know myself through inner journey when I was young.  All of a sudden, I was there—an adult and a single parent.  The weight of life was thrust upon me with no time to prepare.  I had to be educated, get a career going in order to find a way to support the child that I loved so much.  I immersed myself into achievement mode and never slowed down until now, nearly four decades later.  An A type personality cannot burn at high intensity forever; certain relationships suffer: spousal, children, spiritual and self.

I regret the distance that has developed in my marriage. I feel tremendous guilt about the time spent away from my son as he was growing up (a common issue for many working mothers).   I mourn the deterioration of my physical body and my sharp mind.  Most of all, I yearn for a closer relationship with the earth, its people and their cultures.

So, my journey is as much about the travel and destinations as it is a search for answers to some of the issues facing my generation.  Nourishment for the soul is my mantra as I gear down to a new slower pace where I can learn to live a new life with meaning and a sense of community.

On the one hand, I feel as though my energy has been flowing in one direction – from me to others.  Teacher to students, mother to child, wife to husband, daughter to mother.  On the other hand, these relationships have suffered to a certain extent.  Therefore, my journey is both about connecting and finding myself.    

The teacher becomes the learner.  Any comments or contributions are greatly appreciated.  I welcome any and all input.  I believe everyone put in our path is our teacher.  I feel compelled to quote Elizabeth Gilbert, author of  Eat Pray Love who helped give me the courage to take this journey and write about it.

 In the end, I’ve come to believe in something I call “The Physics of the Quest.” A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you’re brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.  

GREEN FINGERNAILS AND IRISH WHISKEY

NANCY

NANCY

Top o’ the morning to ya! We celebrated St. Paddy’s Day in the park last night. Our neighbour John boiled up cabbage, corned beef and potatoes for 40 people in individual cheese cloth bags. It was delicious! Then we visited Mark and Nancy down the lane. We’re going to miss all of our new friends so much when we leave this idyllic place.

FLORIDA WILDLIFE AND WALMARTIANS

MOTHER DOG AND COYOTE PUPSFRIENDLY GIANTLET SLEEPING GATORS LIEPELICAN PARTYFLORIDA WILDLIFE AND WALMARTIANS

We are exploring Southwest Florida from our headquarters in Fort Myers. Most of the beaches along the gulf coast are dotted with shells. We have been “shelling” on Sanibel Island and Captiva taking the dogs along with us. We bought a doggie trailer so we can take the “poochies” on our bike rides. Lee County by-laws allow dogs on the beach. Nearby Bonita Springs has Lover’s Key, which was voted the 4th nicest beach in North America but they don’t allow dogs. Today we went to Fort Myer’s beach with all the spring breakers. There are lots of bars and restaurants all along the beach. We had a full audience for our America’s Funniest Home Video moment. Andy tied the dogs and leash to his beach chair when he stood up to remove his pants revealing his bathing suit. As one leg was still in the pants, a woman with two small children and a dog, walked by. Gumby and Toadie decided to take after their dog, chasing them down the beach with the collapsed beach chair still attached. The lady started screaming and ran dragging her kids with her. Andy was in hot pursuit of our dogs and beach chair. But his pants came down and nearly tripped him so he didn’t get very far. If only we had a video camera! In the end everyone was safe including the dogs but it did provide a comedic moment for the onlookers.

In our trailer park we are surrounded by Canadians. Sudbury (Yves and Marielle), Peterborough (Gayle and Wayne) and St. Thomas (Dave and Janet) are all represented as are several cities in Quebec. There is even a couple from Prince Edward County (Ken and Terry). We are friends with a couple from Ohio (Nancy and Mark). We love to go out for dinner with them and to the beach or just sit around outside the trailer having a drink and good conversation. We met a travelling nurse from West Virginia (Patti). Patti is a former Marine and her son is on active duty deployed to Afghanistan. The U.S military is considered a job training opportunity for children of the middle class. We’ve been hanging around with some Vietnam Vets. They all drive motorcycles without helmets down here. The men who are our age were drafted to go to the Vietnam War in the 60’s. Having a son I can’t imagine seeing him go to war and possibly not come home.

Andy has been playing guitar with a guy from Texas and a Quebecois fellow at the park campfires. He bought a guitar down here and borrowed an amp so he could play electric. I miss the sound proof studio! We recently went to a Biker Blues Bar in the country and Andy got up on stage and jammed with the band. There was a mule out the back who drank beer. It was quite an evening.

We visited Naples and went to the zoo. There were lots of monkeys, alligators, giraffes and lions, tigers and bears. My favourite exhibit was a group of wild coyotes who were orphaned at birth and raised by a dog implanted into the pen. She fed and socialized the pups to maturity. While we were there an ambulance siren startled them and all the coyotes started to howl. The mother dog ran around trying to calm her adopted family but the imprinted message was stronger. Pretty soon the lion was roaring and the whole zoo was erupting into a cacophony of hisses, roars and howls.
Recently we met up with our friends from our park back home (Alan and Deanna). We travelled deep into the everglades to Shark Valley Reserve and took a tour through the swamp. We saw all sizes of alligators and many species of birds. We learned about the Burmese python problem in Florida which has resulted in most small, indigenous mammals being consumed by these snakes. Discarded pet snakes, who are cute and small when they eat mealy bugs and lizards, become impossible when they grow to 20 feet and require deer or cows to survive. Although it is the dry season here we were pelted with rain as we sat in the open air tram trying to protect our faces from the downpour. The rain slid down our backs and we sat in puddles for hours. All in all it was still a great day even with the rain.

Like the rest of the residents in the park we make our way to the Walmart every other day to stock up on supplies. Our fridge is very small in the trailer so we can’t store much stuff. Andy and I are both on a health kick right now and consume copious amounts of fresh veggies and fruits. We are juicing and trying to eat clean (no processed or fast foods). We are gluten-reduced, lactose-free and low fat. We are both working out. In fact, I am the aqua-fit instructor for the park. All of our friends are starting to leave for their summer residences in Ohio, Massachusetts, Michigan and Virginia. Soon we will be thinking about pulling up stakes and making our way home for a while. I have a speaking engagement in Austin Texas near the end of May so we will be back travelling in the states again soon.

INCLEMENT WEATHER

"SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT"

"SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT"

PUSS IN BASKET

PUSS IN BASKET

SCOTCH TAPE mmmmm
SCOTCH TAPE mmmmm
CAUSEWAY AT SANIBEL
CAUSEWAY AT SANIBEL
RED TIDE VICTIM
RED TIDE VICTIM

I know it’s really cold back home and I shouldn’t be complaining but it has been chilly here in Fort Myers, Florida the last few days.  Less than 70 degrees.  I have been accustomed to 80 degrees so we are all in shock, especially the dogs.  I had to buy microfleece outfits for them because they were shivering with their new haircuts I gave them.  I got a new haircut too.  Andy says I look like Tina Turner this time.  Last haircut it was Roy Orbison (dead Albino) so at least now it’s the right gender and a living person.  I really miss Emilio, my hairdresser in Canada.  Here are some recent photos.  None of me!!!!

So I’m staying in working on my school assignments.   Getting lots done.  Will be blogging soon.

DEEPAK CHOPRA ON THE ROCKS

TRAILER WITH A VIEW

TRAILER WITH A VIEW

SANTA AND HIS ALLIGATORS

SANTA AND HIS ALLIGATORS

TANNENBAUM

DEPEEK CHOPRA ON THE ROCKS

Christmas in Fort Myers is different from Canada. Similar holiday decorations but the snowmen and penguins look out of place in the 80 degree heat. Santa’s sleigh is sometimes pulled by alligators. We keep getting invited to holiday parties at different trailers where you bring your own chair and people arrive in golf carts and wheel chairs wearing Christmas sweaters and elf hats that light up. Trailer people are unusual and come from a variety of backgrounds. We fit right in! We are having pot luck turkey dinner in the clubhouse on Christmas Eve and going carolling with a group from trailer to trailer.

Today we got a “washaroo” at the “kangaroo” car wash, picked up supplies at Super Walmart to build a clothes line and did laundry at the laundromat so we don’t have to be naked tomorrow. We only brought so many clothes so laundry is a frequent necessity. We stopped off at a pier where the Manatees play. These gentle giants (1,000 to 2,000 lbs.) glide through the water like giant zeppelins with potato faces. You can see them swimming gracefully just under the surface. Historically their shallow swim ballet has proved devastating as they are frequently killed or injured by boat motors. There are only about 3,000 West Indian Manatees left in the world and they live exclusively in the warm water bays and rivers of Florida. Their life consists of eating, sleeping, resting and playing. Sounds good doesn’t it.

The park is full of citrus fruit trees. Andy gets up first, walks the dogs and picks oranges. By the time he gets back I’ve got the coffee going and we make the orange juice. We have a new electric juicer that quickly produces the sweetest, freshest juice imaginable. Our site contains a grapefruit and tangerine tree and we back onto a greenbelt with a little waterway called Billy Creek. There are turtles – no alligators.
We miss our family at this time of year…especially the grandchildren. If we travel again in the future we would probably leave home after Christmas. We skyped the kids and Parker tells us he is in a Christmas production, playing three roles: a snobby boy, one of Santa’s elves and a homeless boy. He did his lines for us. Grace is singing in several Christmas concerts. She has a beautiful singing voice. I asked her if she asked Santa for two front teeth for Christmas. Last time we saw her she was missing two. She carefully explained that one had grown in so she only needs one at this time. Then she showed us her new Chiclet sized tooth via skype. We are missing the kids’ happy, toothy smiles.

Yesterday we were in historic downtown Fort Myers along the Caloosahatchee River to visit the Henry Ford and Thomas Edison’s summer estates. These homes were decorated for Christmas by the Fort Myers Woman’s Community Club founded in 1927 with the objective to meet for mutual improvement and social entertainment in order to promote better understanding among its members. These homes were lavishly decked out with all things Christmas. Special attention was paid to the room housing the royal crowns and ceremonial robes of the King and Queen. King and Queen of what you might ask as I did. Everyone in the room full of southern belles turned to look at me, a pariah who did not know about the imaginary Kingdom of “Edisonia.” Every year the monarchs of Edisonia are crowned at a Coronation Ball and ride a float in the Festival of Lights Grand Parade. They are elected from the current Princes and Princesses at the Royal Court and are voted on by the members of the Edison Pageant of Light and the Fort Myers Women’s Community Club. We toured around the grounds and saw the original research workshop where Thomas Edison created the light bulb, the motion picture camera, the phonograph and over 1,000 other patented inventions.

We have taken up yoga and we bought bicycles down here. In the mornings after breakfast we have a yoga session of stretching and breathing deep. Then I work on my school assignments until lunch. We try to go somewhere every afternoon. When we return to the trailer we go to a California couple’s motor home at about 4 p.m. for a spiritual, philosophical discussion with other campers while we enjoy a libation or two.
We invented a new cocktail here which we call “Deepak Chopra on the Rocks.” We drink it while we are visiting the trailer that sits under an airplane hangar. It consists of “squeshly freezed” orange juice, peach schnapps and club soda poured into a glass of ice. A little work, a little play, eat, drink and sleep. That’s our new manatee motto.

Merry Christmas and please have a happy and safe holiday.