So, we'll see. They asked for references.
There's a man who lives in my old neighborhood who makes ice cream and I've just sent him a FB friend request. Maybe we could barter - I give him eggs, he gives me homemade ice cream? Hm, that would be nice. Not that I need ice cream but I do want to find a good use for these eggs. I have like 8 dozen in my fridge and of course I could just give them away easily, which I usually do, but it would be nice to leverage them in a barter.
If I stay, it's almost time to start biking. I think I found a safe-ish route and while it's far, I think it's not actually too much longer than driving. Maybe 15 minutes more each way. And I'm already geared out - I have bags for carrying things. My cup holder for a cocktail on the way home, that kind of thing. I'll just need to get it tuned up, maybe some tire truing. Roads are hard on bikes here. And it'll be hard on my body but I think that I will feel so much better if I can just do that two or three days a week. But not yet - it's fucking hot out there.
I'm going to read the next step in the dog training calmness protocol and do that, and maybe walk the dog, and then read. Sigh. Story of my life. Too much fucking sitting still. I harvested the okra, I tossed melon to the chickens and collected the eggs, I marvel at this life that I have. Seriously, it's an incredible life.
I looked up houses for sale again in this little coastal town and there is one not far from work though not too close, with half an acre including apple trees and grapes. Y'all. YOU HAD ME AT APPLE TREES. Because for all the magic I can work with pickling okra, you have no idea what me and my scavenging bestie can do we apples. We dry them and make applesauce and all sorts of fun things. Oh the thought of being with her again in November and stealing pears from the Catholic church down the street (not really stealing: they leave them to rot on the street) and dehydrating them for perfect snacks? Oh, friends. That's a damn perfect life, too.
Most places I've been have been perfect little lives. Not permanent ones, but good ones. So if I leave New Orleans there will be things that I miss sorely ... but there will be new things. Fresh salmon? Marionberries? Cherries?
Life provides an abundance of good choices.