I had some very interesting dreams last night. One that wasn’t exactly of Ambrose, but kind of was. It was a good dream to have.
I went to the Moscow Farmer’s Market as planned and got a good quantity of fruits and some tamales with Bill, then dropped my goods off at the car and said goodbye to him and went back. I added some Irish soda bread, alpaca yarn, and peaches to my pluots, cherry tomatoes, and blueberries. I have produce for the week, that’s for sure.
Since I had frozen tamales and a bunch of fruit, I decided I needed a cooler to help it all keep until I got home. I wasn’t going to head straight home because I had a lunch date with someone I hadn’t before met, but is kind of a cousin to me. I found what I was looking for at Safeway; a cheap Styrofoam cooler and a bag of ice. Then I had some time to kill.
What better place to kill time than the local public library? They’ve got books and bathrooms. So that’s what I did. I browsed first, looking at what they had, and then picked up a book that I’ve read before, though not for many years (Irish Lace by Andrew Greeley) and read until it was time to head to the restaurant for lunch.
Lunch was at an Indian food place, Karma. I had a banana lassi, veggie samosas, and the lentil soup. All good, and quite filling. My cousin and I talked for over an hour, learning about each other and enjoying each other’s company. I hope to go camping or backpacking with her some day. And I’m glad I made bold to text her earlier this summer, which led to this meeting.
Then it was time to head home. I stopped for gas and coffee at the casino gas station outside of Lewiston. The coffee I got was way too sweet, but it got me home safely. I was ready to be done driving about three hours before I actually got home. There were a few times when I was stuck behind slow vehicles, which was frustrating. And it actually rained quite a bit throughout the drive. But I never felt unsafe, and there were no scary encounters. Another uneventful drive.
I did simple, supine exercises for my Move U commitment. I’m up to 350 straight days of at least 15 minutes on those exercises. I’m definitely going to hit a year.
I’m up way past my bed time. Tomorrow, I’ll start to clean my gear and get myself ready for the work week. I’d so much rather still be hiking than get back to sitting at a desk all day. But that’s what pays the bills.
I had a bit of a cry when I got home. Because Ambrose should be here. Should have been with me. Dropping me off, and picking me up. I should be showing him the pictures from the trip. Sharing the videos with him. The songs that I made and the one song that I think I finished. Instead, I’m going to sleep in an empty bed again.