I'll make sure it's cancelled.
It's my gift.
I set something up, make reservations, long lists and elaborate plans and poof! It goes away.
Look at my past year, for example.
For the first time ever, we decided to go on a cruise (even though I don't like water, traveling with lots of people or staying in enclosed spaces).
We chose Alaska and started packing layers of warm clothes, essentials like binoculars and gloves.
The ship was to sail in mid-May but the ports in Canada closed and our cruise was off, as in cancelled until further notice.
We signed up for a Cher concert and for a Frankie Valli concert.
Both have been cancelled for now, postponed for a while and now postponed until 2021.
We tried to head out to Iowa to see my brother. That got a legitimate kibosh from his Home Health Care nurses.
We were set for a relaxing Bear Lake vacation with raspberry shakes and a visit to Minnetonka Cave. I checked faithfully on availability — despite CoVid 19 — until the first of the month.
We just got a call.
Ideal Beach Resort is closed. Our condo is no longer open to us or anybody else for the coming weeks.
That means three families who were going with us are having to make other plans.
That means the menus and grocery lists I've been assembling are no longer needed.
That means no Jet-skiing, no mini-golf, no lounging in the lovely Bear Lake water. No hike to Bloomington Lake or tour of the cave.
The nice lady who had to call and deliver the bad news said we can rebook to another resort and save our trade fee. (We have two days to do that!)
But Marc and I are a little reluctant to choose another place to pick on
It feels a little like we have the Midas Touch.
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