I have a few friends like that. Friends who no matter the miles. The distance. The sporadic ways in which we fail to keep in touch. We have a bond that time and distance cannot break.
And so in ode to one such friend of mine, I am making an attempt today to come back here. To you.
Let's pretend for a minute that it's not Monday, and we aren't all frantically trying to regroup for the start of yet another busy week. Let's make believe that today is a lazy Saturday afternoon. It being the first day of autumn, we're sitting in my living room, grasping steaming mugs of orange spice tea.
If you need a visual, here's the couch I found to finally furnish my tiny house:
I call dibs on the left corner seat. That's my spot. Right next to the bookshelf. You can sit wherever you want.
Life got crazy after that hike to Comma Lake. My couch was delivered. Yay! We have somewhere to sit today. I have continued to unpack and decorate this little house that is mine. Nearly every wall is full of pictures and paintings.
And the yard. Have I told you? I finally have tomatoes growing from a tiny volunteer from a 3rd Street compost bin. Can you believe it? It's only taken me 6 years of living in this mountain town to finally grow tomatoes. Slowly but surely they are ripening. Even though I've had to cover them from the cold nights we're already starting to have here.
I have had visitors come from across the country to stay in my guest room. Such a change from a tiny studio. It's so nice to have a little extra space for friends. Not just friends, but family too. So many family events over the last couple of months. Birthdays and celebrations.
I drove my very last tour on the Cycle Pub too. It was time to say goodbye to a fun side job, and reclaim my weekends for a little while. I got to bring along my family and some dear friends for the farewell tour. It was bittersweet.
But can I tell you how nice it's been to have responsibility free weekends? Oh so nice! Quiet for sure. But refreshing and recharging. I don't have to tell you that I'm an introvert. A home body. After a busy summer of work and people and stuff happening all the time, I needed that. A weekend with nothing on the agenda. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
Well not completely nothing to do. I signed-up for another half marathon. Call me crazy, but there is something about September and the fall that makes me miss high school and college and weekend cross country meets. So I signed up for what should be a perfectly fall race along the Columbia River in October. I have more time to prepare than the last two races. I want to be one who is trained. I made a plan. It hangs on the wall by my back door, so I can't forget to get my workouts in. It feels great to be in training. To see those miles on the calendar and know that I am getting stronger -- faster. Fingers crossed that I'll reach my goal in October.
Other than that, I've spent the last part of the summer planning a very special birthday, for my baby sister. Look at how much fun we had:
Everyone should get a giant helium balloon for their birthday. That's what I say. (You should have seen us try to fit that thing in my Camry! My car may look like something your granny drives, but shes' a beast with over 232,000 miles and counting. I love my car! And for the record, the giant balloon fit in the backseat with room to spare, after a minor seat adjustment.)
I am sure there are more stories to tell. And more to come. Did I tell you I'm going to an Old Crow Medicine Show concert tomorrow? Eeekk! Can't hardly believe they are coming to this out-of-the-way mountain town. But first, let me top off your tea, while you tell me, what have you been up to the past couple of months?