Not Sharing is Caring

Not much here, truth be told.  Walking Violet mostly.  Since I’ve kept track, we’ve walked far enough to travel from here to Maxwell, Nebraska.  I’ll let you know when we make it to the Pacific ocean.  Should be May, 2018, if we maintain our current average of 6.5 miles a day.

I didn’t bike much this summer.  Pedaled once into the country to attend a friend’s party, but the rest has been once a week rolls to the grocery or garden.  I might be a little scared since the last time I was hit.  Not terribly scared, but it doesn’t take much to deter me from biking when I get plenty of exercise from walking Violet.  I’m down to my high school weight.  Pulled out some old Levis to be sure and, yup, they fit great.  Who would have thought?

I didn’t camp this summer but spent a ton of time looking at pictures of Japanese camping equipment on Instagram.  Really stunning set ups, I tell you.  The only thing I’ve seen for sale here are Yeti coolers.  Crazy expensive.  I’ll stick to window shopping and my aluminum clad Coleman.

The community garden is shaggier than ever yet it delivers food aplenty.  Today I retrieved kale, tomatoes, beans, tomatillos and peppers.  I didn’t plant the home garden because Violet uses it as a landing pad when running and jumping from the back door.  Just outside the fence bordering the garden is check point one–squirrels and rabbits are sometimes on the other side.

Violet is now reliably sweet as pie.  She’s met hundreds of non-squirrel/rabbit/cat beings and is always pleasant.  She’s been to hotels, vacation rentals, bars, restaurants, stores and homes and is nothing short of perfect.  She’s even earned her merit badges for being a polite passenger in a motor boat and a canoe!  Lacey took her running today (something we didn’t have much luck doing with our two previous pals).  I haven’t biked with her since forever.  We don’t need it to wear her out.  Walking is enough.

I switched law firms.  The old one came apart and I accepted an offer to join a new firm created by the gentleman who hired me at my previous firm.  I am again serving in an of counsel capacity.  Since I still work from home and log in using the same laptop, it feels pretty much the same.  New operating system, but I still have sufficient mental flexibility to quickly adapt.  Onward!

I had a colonoscopy!  It was my first medical procedure if you don’t count twice getting stitches and having some wisdom teeth pulled.  The colonoscopy prep was, how shall I say this, noteworthy,  but oh so much easier (and shorter!) than the trials of beings all over the globe facing natural disasters, random violence, institutional violence, war, illness, hatred, poverty and hunger.  Still I complained a little.  I slept through the twenty minute procedure.  Results of one tissue sample will arrive in a week.  Happy to have access to healthcare.  Time to open the club to all comers, don’t you think?  I also think they should give you a patch for getting a colonoscopy.  I asked.  They didn’t have any.  I hope they will consider it.  The warmed blanket was a nice touch, though.  Bravo.

I am cooking like crazy.  I don’t have time to catalog a tenth of the changes so I won’t try.  Suffice it to say I currently “have the hots” for chickpea flour and gochujang.

I made a friend from this here blog.  He buttonholed me at the grocery and said he enjoyed my positive vibe (or something to that effect).  He is a hell of a guy and his wife is a hell of a woman.  I’ll consider all the work I’ve put into these pages as repaid and then some.  Three cheers for friends!

Pictures are fun, right?  Here is one.IMG_7837.JPG

I am going to go process the fruit and veg I hauled home today.  Hope you are well!

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