Just Passin’ Through


I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.  I travel for travel’s sake.  The great affair is to move.  ~Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish novelist

Don’t mind me,
I’m just passin’ through.
Leaving my mark
So clear and true.

Don’t mind me,
My footprint is small.
Not like I
Really matter at all.

On my way
To something more.
Caught my eye
From behind the door.

Don’t mind me,
I’ll not tarry.
No food here;
No meat or dairy.

Don’t mind me,
Or my cold feet.
But couldn’t you
Set out a treat?

Feeling a Wee Bit of Wanderlust

Have you ever felt the need to get away?

I’m not talking about taking an afternoon or a day off (though that would be nice).

I’m talking about jumping in the car or onto a train or plane and going away.

Railroad tracks

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A Little Something for the Maid

The past month has necessitated my spending several nights in motels, and I’ve got to admit, I’m not the happiest camper when traveling.

I like to get away, mind you. What I don’t particularly like is that hotels just aren’t home.

For one thing, the rooms are cramped. Bed, TV, and desk are jammed into one tiny space. There’s one door and one window; the decor’ is sterile, usually still life paintings or landscapes.

Room temperature isn’t home either. The best hotels have screens on the windows, letting guests have fresh air. Or ceiling fans in each room. But those AC/heating units are clunky, noisy, and probably filled with mold.

Nor is the lighting homey, especially in the bathroom.

How can I be expected to put mascara on in the dark??

It doesn’t seem to matter where you stay — hotels don’t feel as clean as home.

But the maids try. And they should be rewarded.

When I worked in pharmaceutical sales, my managers always instructed us to leave a dollar per person tip for every night we stayed in a hotel. Along with a little note to thank the maids for their service.

The housekeeping staff has a hard job — try hoisting those huge mattresses to change sheets; try cleaning toilets or bathtubs for several hours.

And it can be dangerous. They don’t know when some goon will try to jump them or leave a biting dog uncrated while they’re trying to clean.

Obviously, maids are being paid. That’s their job. (And in this day and age, they’re fortunate to have jobs!)

But every little bit helps, and I’ve never had one turn down the extra cash.

What about you? Do you leave a tip for the housekeeping staff, or is this a new idea?