Lungs

Three days in a row is just a bugger. Not especially long, but difficult. And I have had bad equipment karma, as well as shoddy sleep. Drugged up last night, slept through, mostly, and today is better. Toe improving slowly, as is the way with injured toes. Smoke from local fires. Reading wildfiretoday.com for all things wildfire. Smells of campfire, smoke clearly visible. Not taking Moby outside no matter how much he mrrks at me. Little lungs and that much smoke is a bad idea. Not good for any lungs.

I did get out to fill the gas tank, which I do about once a month. Hit a yard sale, and minor grocery shopping. At I have a cover crop class through the community gardens at 1400. Catsoup made. Pissed upon rugs picked up and replaced, as per. I may vacuum in a little bit. Picked all the ripe tomatoes, which came to a full quart. All the volunteer Mexico midget tomatoes, unexpected but welcome.



Remembering a hand fellow’s story about a friend’s family that took her on hikes. She loved them all, but the story went that she was expected to Show up, Keep up, and Shut up. Be there, on time and prepared, don’t expect to be carried, and no whining. She loved the challenge, and the expectation that she could meet it. She was a helluva fellow, and no doubt is now a fine surgeon. Not unlike Basic, a bar was set, excuses were meaningless, meet it or not, up to you, but we won’t save your sorry ass if you can’t make it. My first taste of really being challenged, and succeeding. That I made it, knew I’d make it, was exactly what I needed. Proved to myself that I was capable and strong.

Although, I found out at the end, a number of my fellow privates, figured I’d wash out. I can see how they got that idea. But I set myself to finish, because the only way out was through. I knew, underneath, that I was a lot stronger than I looked. Meant a lot to me that I proved it to everyone, in the end.

Well, off to my class.