Have you guys ever noticed that some people are just so great? A good friend is like a diamond in the rough, or whatever. I am so lucky to have people in my life with whom I can say anything that's on my mind and have conversations that still resonate days, weeks, months later. The older I get, the more I realize how important it is to connect with people intellectually in deep and meaningful ways. Even if that connection doesn't manifest as being so spiritually evocative, knowing that you share the same core values with those you hold near and dear gives you a strong sense of satisfaction that is difficult to find elsewhere.
That said, some people are nicht so fabelhaft. Recently I've become aware of how quickly my emotions and my outlook on life can go from kinda crappy to totally cheerful in a short period of time. I have also noticed how much of this swing is caused by my interactions with other people. One annoying phone call from my landlord and all of a sudden I'm in a crumby mood. One visit from a good friend and I am soaring to Happy Mountain. As I mature into the "grown-up" I hope to be, one of a long list of things I need to learn is how to let the water roll off my back like a duck, or whatever.
Today was a pretty normal day at the farm. The morning was spent running around turning on and off various water pumps and digging hundreds of holes for the long awaited pepper planting. We will be planting about 1,000 pepper plants in the ground this week. I have been deemed the "Queen of Irrigation", a daunting title seeing as I still know next to nothing about the subject. But I'm learning! We have a new face here this week and showing him around allows me to recognize just how much I have learned since I got here. Tons! And there is still an infinite amount left to know. Just talking reproductive biology of plants this morning with Anne got me so stoked on all there is to learn from her--a wealth of knowledge.
At 9 o'clock tonight, unusually late for me, I went for a swim at my wonderful, glorious, fantastic pool. Swimming at night is great because I have nothing left to do that day so there is no anxiety that I ought to be doing something more useful with my time. I quickly swam half a mile and oh how my triceps burned after all that digging--great feeling, hopped in the sauna, and by the time I got to my car at a few minutes before 10 o'clock there was still a hint of twilight. On the drive west (west?) on Highway 8 back to the farm the sky was a perfect gradient from deep, dark blue to yellowy green where it met those lovely forested western hills. Highway 8 is one of those roads where going the speed limit always feels like you're going too fast, so there I was cruising along really fast listening to country music with the royal heavens above me and I couldn't help but feel like my life was a movie.
Had some delicious, fresh greens and duck eggs for dinner and I'm feeling about ready to cozy up with my book and call it another day well spent. Tomorrow I wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to haul my little butt off to the Sierra for the weekend. Mom and I are going to kayak on Lake Tahoe and my poor back might even get a massage. Surely we will be doing a whole lot of lap-swimming and hot tub beer drinking too. And on father's day, a round of golf! I cannot wait. Seriously. There will be many pictures to follow. Until then, goodnight my dearies. Love you all, or whatever.
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