The First of December, Twenty-Sixteen.

Today was a wonderful day.

Jeffery called me last night and asked if I wanted to grab breakfast at the Cedar Street Bistro downtown. Jeffery, aside from being my coworker, is a die-hard Scorpio. Naturally, I feel like I’m talking to a cosmic alien in 90% of our conversations. Jeffery dives deep into the unknown realms so you better not be afraid to hop on the ride if you want to learn or thing or two from him. I knew the moment I met Jeffery that we were going to be friends. I’m glad it’s working out for us.

We enjoyed a couple cups of coffee before we ordered food. I ordered vegetable quiche, which was a risky move on my part because I have a rocky relationship with eggs. The quiche wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. Too eggy, who would have thunk?

Jeffery did a very bad thing: he ordered an egg muffin sandwich. He obviously does not know my loathe for egg sandwiches. I don’t know why I have such an irrational fear of them. You’ll never catch me alive holding one of those squishy, gooey sandwiches in my hands. Yuck, just yuck.

After breakfast, I went back home to work on some writing and to read a little bit. I found it hard to focus. My mind was drifting to the situation at Standing Rock. I don’t know how I feel about it. I see both sides, but we will talk more about that later.

Later, I went to Papa John’s place. Papa John is Ellie’s dad (Who Ellie?). He asked me to watch his cats while he is away in Canada for a few days. I let his cats out and then Mystery Dude came to pick me up for an adventure up Schweitzer Mountain. Mystery Dude will remain unnamed because I’m not sure he reads my blog yet and I don’t want to freak him out, even though I’m doing a pretty good job of it right now.

So Mystery Dude–like a good North Idaho boy–picked me up in his pickup truck. We drove all the way up the mountain without me ever shuttin’ up until we hit the round about. We skidded into the parking lot where we did some donuts in the snow before we parked the car.

We hiked the snowy trails to the waterfalls and boy, was it gorgeous! I felt like I was in Narnia, even if those books aren’t my absolute favorites. C.S. Lewis isn’t really that funny, it’s the only thing missing from his fantasy. I like books that make me a laugh at least a little bit…

When we got to the waterfalls, we set up a winter wonderland picnic! I brought some soup, bread, cheese, and an outdoor blanket to sit on. I also brought tea, but it was starting to get dark and we never got a chance to drink it. That’s the thing about winter: it gets dark too goddamn early.

After I got dropped off at Papa John’s, I let the cats out again. I figured they needed some play time outside, so I sat in Papa John’s chair and watched the tube. Rob Lowe’s Comedy Central Roast was on, so I watched it even though I’ve already seen it. I turned it on during the worst part: Anne Coulter’s speech! (!!!!). Wow, she’s a real life super-villain and I cringed and wanted to scream into a pillow the whole time she was talking. But instead of effectively dealing with my emotions, I ate the rest of the leftover baguette with the cheese from the picnic.

That’s all for today.




    1. I agree… I figured I would give it a try. I also have an irrational fear of savory pies (chicken pot pie, specifically) There’s something about putting savory foods in pie crust that just doesn’t feel right……..

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