I know you’re technically not supposed to shake kombucha, but this particular kind had lots of stuff settled at the bottom. So, I gave it a couple of flips up and down. Not a full shake, just a couple of flips. Well, I was driving and when I opened it it overflowed onto my pants. I carried just a touch of a vinegar scent for the rest of the day.
Another walk up the street to my old route. I am just fascinated by the old stone foundations. Someone told me once that there were actually mills here on this road at one time. Even though it’s just a rural residential road now, at one point it was one of the only roads around.
Wes had a baseball game. He hit a big bomb way out in center field. It was caught, but that’s okay. This is the second game in a row this happened. One of these times it’s going to be a home run. We all can’t wait for that.
On the way home from the game, Debbie Gibson came on the radio (80’s station, of course). I used to love her. I even had her perfume. Anyone remember that? It had the florescent pink squiggly thing inside the bottle. (If you do remember, I highly recommend googling “Debbie Gibson perfume” and you can have all sorts of happy memories like I just did when you see the bottle.)
I’ve been struggling getting going on my creative work. I have lots of ideas, and feeling lots of possibility. But not a lot of follow through right now though. I’m really trying to be kind to myself about the whole thing. It will all come in time. Relax, Pam. Let go.
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