Yesterday was emotional. Cousin’s funeral, seeing family I had not seen in a long time, reconnecting with my sandbox buddy, my cousin Kathy. Or is it Cathy? I will know soon enough.
Today I rode up Coxcomb hill, a daunting ride I had been half-dreading, half looking forward to doing. I leave Friday to ride 500 miles – the first two days 100 miles each from Vermont to PA. Im scared. Have not trained nearly enough as I want to. But a good friend I reconnected with recently said, being out of shape just means it will hurt more. I will survive.
Taught my third class today on sensory wine.
It seemed to go over well, got good feedback, met some nice people.
Shared a bottle of Australian Tokay with them at the end. Mmmmm…
Life is feeling, more normal again. I wont lie and say I am not saddened by losing a good friend of mine. One sentence, one blog, one book could not summarize the experience or the emotions. Dating didn’t work out like either of us expected. Expectations, eh.
One expectation is panning out. My tomatoes are growing.
Here are some snaps from my garden. A neighbor yelled across the street, “I have to ask you what are you taking pictures of, your garden?”. I could have shrugged him off, but I explained I plan on making wall prints for my kitchen – why spend $20+ at Bed Bath and Beyond when I can make it more personal?