A bit of a day yesterday.

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The package I needed to return was ready, so it went.  A number of items I meant to send along to my friend finally were bundled and taken as well.  Odd how such things work out.  His little nonstick frypan had stopped doing it's function, so the one I offered was welcome.  He asked if it was functionally nonstick.  I assured him it was.  Had to laugh, even if it was a fair question.  While the old saying suggests to not look into the mouth of a gift horse, I have always denied the saying as folly.  I grant that it is wise to do exactly so.  I honestly think either the saying was messed up in time, or the twist of humor it was spoken together with was lost.  Especially if it was based on Troy, the destruction of which came about from not looking into the mouth of a gift horse, or thereabouts if not exactly.

On to town.  I thought I'd be heading in and arriving by 11:00.  As is I was an hour late.  Sometimes I get a bit lost in the hereafter.  I go to do something, forget what I was here after, then go on to something else I forget.  Or remember, but too many hereafters!  I'm not a draft dodger, coach, I'm just not always able to focus on what I am doing and the world is a big target in summation.  Get there, however, I did.  After a bit of talk, a meal.  I keep having the spicy italian omelet, or something like that.  With rye toast.  I just found out they make sourdough.  So, next time, I told my friend I might have sourdough toast!  Not yesterday though, I need to be prepared for change.  :p  Yeah, I might become predictable at times, fall into a rut of long standing order.  Or I might just get up and walk into the future, or past.  You never know with my kind.  Don't necessarily believe, just don't disbelieve.  Let it be.

Then on up into the mountains.  A trip to see about finding a small hike.  The path, on the far side, is still rather snowy and icy, along the river.  This side, however, had a place for a minor walk.  And the day was as perfect as a spring day gets.  It was in the mid 50's to low 60's.  The sun was shining but not blazing.  There was just a touch of river breeze, as I would call it.  Maybe not of the river, but following it.  Light enough not to leave a mark or require a jacket.  A slow pace and a thousand yards, perhaps.  A good start for hiking season.  I always think I can just do lots.  And while I can, I might shoot my foot and disable myself.  Working up to it more slowly and humbly might be the way.  After that, a bit more of a drive, just for good measure on such a fine day.

A bit more talking, then it was getting time to go.  In the vehicle, before heading back, I saw that it wasn't too late.  I hope.  So I called about the beef.  It turns out that it won't be ready until, perhaps, May.  Cool.  And, probably, it shouldn't be too much of a price problem, even if it dropped today.  Good.  So... all I have to do is keep what I have in the account, and add bits to it until then, so as to have no issue with costs.  Finances are back in order.  Hmm, I may see about paying the mortgage for this month, on time.  Then again, I have it set for next month.  Messing with it might be a problem.  Yeah, I'll just leave it.  Ugh.  Now can I have some rest?  Well... after I figure out medicine.  Bleh.

Yes, I am just waking.  My day is shifting back to daylight, just in fits and starts.  Later.