If I were brave, I would step off the moving sidewalk. I dream of large gardens, pygmy goats, chickens, canning, worms, earth. But the moving sidewalk is propelled by proposals, self-promotion, academic angst, deadlines, performance. I tire of living in my head and on the computer. I want to be animal. I will be animal in death. Why not sooner?
H called late last night. We tucked each other in and stayed on the phone on as we went to sleep. He wants to play for a few days when I get there before we talk about stuff. That’s good, actually, and we have some adventures in mind. A friend of ours is having a big retirement party next Saturday, so we are planning to bike out to Sonoma for the party (~70mi). And we have designs on kayaking on the Carson River with a good friend of H’s. I need some not-work-related adventures, so I’m looking forward to this.
In other adventures, my friend from Virginia responded, and it looks like the Blue Ridge adventure is on. I could always rent a car, but I’m hoping that we can finish building out my new bike while I’m in CA so I can take it with me. I hope H will come, too.