ATHENS, Greece — I am preparing to do something I had not done in three previous trips to this wonderful spot in southeastern Europe.

I will spend several nights basking under the Mediterranean sunshine on an island in the middle of the Aegean Sea.

My cousin, her son and I are boarding a ferry soon for Naxos, the largest island of the Cyclades group of islands. Naxos sits about 4 hours away from Pireaus, the chief port of Greece.

Is this a big deal? Well … not really. Except that it’s new to me. Which I suppose makes it a brief blog topic.

I am told Naxos is well-equipped with broadband internet capability, which I hope means I’ll be able to watch Kamala Harris dismantle Donald Trump on the debate stage in a couple of days.

I’ll also continue to post blog items.

I will spend the bulk of my time on Naxos doing … absolutely nothing!

Hey, I am on vacation!

ATHENS, Greece — Very soon, I will be boarding a ferry for a four-hour boat ride to Naxos in the middle of the Aegean Sea.

That is where I might encounter the first challenge of the vacation I am enjoying. I hope it is the only challenge I will face!

How will I be able to watch the debate between Kamala Harris and Donald Trump?

Will there be streaming services available on the island? Will I be able to watch it live? Will I have to rely on YouTube or other media outlets to deliver tbe “news” online?

I do know this: I want it to be a game-changer. I want VP Harris to smash the former TV host to smithereens.

My life as a relatively newly single man has presented plenty of opportunities for me to consider … and they mainly deal with ways to consider spending some of ample idle time.

I lost my wife, Kathy Anne, to glioblastoma about 18 months ago and my journey has finally found plenty of light at end of a dark passage through grief and pain.

I attended a regular meeting today of the Farmersville Rotary Club, of which I have been a member for a few years. The program today came from Nichole Perez, community outreach director for Meals on Wheels of Collin County.

Almost immediately upon learning of her program, the ol’ light bulb began flashing in my noggin. Meals on Wheels needs drivers to deliver meals to shut-in residents, old folks who cannot get out of the house, and others who for various reasons are unable to do some essential things.

I volunteered today to deliver meals to these folks. I intend to concentrate those efforts in the Princeton area, where I live.

Perez talked about Meals on Wheels need to do a background check on drivers. Upon clearing the background check, I will be good to do … with a bit of training to tell me how to handle the food and related issues.

My calendar already is beginning to fill up. I have the Rotary Club meeting schedule each week. I meet with a lay minister at a church to which I belong; he counsels me on the path I am taking since losing my beloved Kathy Anne. An assistant pastor at our church has formed a group of mostly older men who have lost their wives; it’s called a “Widowers’ Club,” but I don’t like referring to myself as a widower, as the term only reminds me of what is so painfully obvious. I recently joined the Princeton chapter of the Veterans of Foreign Wars, which meets monthly to plan its involvement in other community events.

This new gig does enable me to embark on another path in my life’s journey. I’ve never done this kind of volunteer work, so it’s going to be a major kick in the buttock to try this new thing. Perez said each delivery date can be done in “about an hour.”

But she said that depends on how much drivers chat with the clients they serve. Hmmm. I do tend to be a chatterbox when I meet strangers.

Therein lies another challenge that awaits me.