Again, I had a hard time getting out of bed. My resolution to walk a mile in the morning melted away in the darkness and the rain. It was supposed to be snow, but it was rain. Not that I’m complaining just yet. I’m okay with the true winter weather holding off for a bit. Maybe until January, after I get back from Chicago. Or mid-January after my two on campus meetings that month…
But I did get moving eventually, and I even showered this morning, so kudos for me. From long-standing tradition, today was a half day at work, so that was good. I just had to make it until noon, and I had two meetings to help pass the time.
After my midday eye drops, I had a sandwich for lunch. I was planning on walking right after that, but I managed to wile away some time before I got my butt up and went outside. Since I had time, I decided to do an extra long walk and ended up with 3.33 miles of walking around the neighborhood, including a stop at my mailbox. One more book was delivered today, but not the first book in the quartet yet so that’s a little annoying. Two more should be on the way.
The mountains got snow. I think I’ll bring my traction gear on Friday’s hike, and my snow baskets for the trekking poles. Definitely the thicker gloves, and a proper winter hat. Maybe my down jacket since it has a hood.
Since my Nampa trip got canceled by illness, I decided to go to the hot springs in the 4 to 6 timeslot. I figured that would be less crazy than the 6 to 8 would be on the day before Thanksgiving. I don’t know how 6 to 8 was, but 4 to 6 was fine. A bit crowded, but I got a spot in the hot tub and spent some time reading and some in conversation.
When I posted on Facebook about how Ambrose and I would be planning a hike, a woman replied that I should get a new hiking buddy, and it felt to me like she had suggested I get a new husband in a cavalier manner that was offensive to my brain. You know, just replace the person who introduced you to the outdoors and the joys of hauling yourself up and down mountains. I’d rather hike alone than replace him. I’m not sure I’d be good company hiking with anyone else. I tend to cry, or talk to myself. Or sing.
I had an interesting dream last night. Ambrose wasn’t in it, but it felt like he sent it. Maybe he was there, but in disguise or hiding. Watching me like a voyeur.
I might bake a pie tomorrow. I have enough nuts and enough pie crusts to bake two pecan pies. I could do one for tomorrow and maybe one next week for the potluck. Then get more nuts and make one for my friend later in the month. Ambrose’s step-mom and my mom both made wonderful pecan pies. I hope mine are up to standard.
