After sending Sydney off to sweat through his oral exams this afternoon I decided to take a walk. I’ve been feeling a bit like mud on a stick recently, so a walk seemed like a good idea. After mailing off baby present #4 for the summer, I hit the cute little grocery in the little town near our house. One mile of walking and you find yourself in a place with organic chocolate, bulk oats, and good cheese. Intending only to pick up a couple of apples, I found myself looking at a cantaloupe. I’d been dreaming incessantly about a cantaloupe (yeah, I know, I get on weird food kicks) since Saturday, so the coincidence seemed just too good to turn down.
Of course, even as I was paying for the cantaloupe (and the half-dozen apples, plus a few other things) I was thinking about how much it was going to hurt hauling it home. Over a mile, mostly uphill, with a really steep climb the last tenth of a mile or so. Oh yeah, and another part of that mile is a seasonal road that is basically just a gravel trail up the side of a gorge. Oh well. I made it and I’m dying for Sydney to come home, tell me all about the exam, and join me in eating cantaloupe.
Erin
Alan Schmierer