Worries are gone. It takes me a while to let go. The trip started rough with a bout of vertigo a couple of days before we left. Dizziness sends me up a wall. This Capricorn goat appreciates firm footings and when mine are not, I panic off balance. Thankfully, I'm blessed with a physician son and the smarts to pursue treatment. Today's the last pill. My head feels clear and the bit of waviness that's still present isn't anything I haven't had before in humid climates. Physically, my holidays should be spent in Arizona, not by the seashore. But I'm a swimmer and you can't swim in sand.
Some guy looked at this ten minute sketch of him chatting while drinking his beer in the pool and said, "you've got some talent." I thanked him while laughing to myself at what I didn't say, "this is shit. You should really see how I can use a brush." His wife came over to take a look, "It's better than I could do." Maybe plein air painting isn't for me? Too public--but telling the world about my Meniere's problem isn't. I need a few more days of R&R.