Month: July 2021

The first Okie Vegas, 2007. Maudie and Gracie.

I am tearing up remembering this day, those people

Today, I am grateful for the folks who finished the beer judging last night, so I could go home early today. For the lack of cars on the lovely and winding Forks of the Credit. For a good coffee made by my guy. For my second favourite swimming spot being free of other humans. For a pulled port sandwich and an espresso flake ice cream cone.

The end result of 8 hours of judging NEIPAs, wood age sours and strong beers, and imperial stouts.
Note to self; don’t do that again please.

oh Friday, you came on quick this week!

Back to delights: leaving early, a farmers market with a man who make pens (!), coffee with Heidi.

I am grateful for this place that I can go to after work, to be by myself and commune with the river. The cool water slides over my skin and little fish nibble at the legs hairs I have missed when shaving. I don’t even flinch at them anymore.

.3ml last night and .2ml this morning. I feel energized, alert, aware. I feel like myself.

We’ll see how well this works.

Borrowed from Sharon down the road, after hearing about her grandmother who spent her senior years building a stone bridge, because her male family members laughed at her when she fell in the water once.

Finally, I will be warm in winter!

Post double vax life is fish and celery bread at Port Dover, road trip to get a purchase, dinner with friends for Mike’s 70th..