Rain

It's Sunday.
It's raining.
I'm listening to this song.
Ruby - Dave Rawlings Machine
You should listen to it.
I ate oatmeal for breakfast. I use a stainless steel mixing bowl to eat my oatmeal because the kitchen bowls are too small for my gigantic breakfasts.

In two weekends (Thanskgiving weekend) I am going to Vancouver to see a concert with someone from the farm. That's Friday night. On Sunday I will be running a half-marathon in Victoria. That will be an exciting weekend.

I'm here for another two months. A little bit more than that. That scares me. A lot.

During market yesterday I put out a bunch of books that were lying around the barn - with a sign that said, Free Books looking for a loving home. Please do not leave any books, BUT take as many as you'd like. Three quarters of the books were taken, and that makes me happy. Books are meant to read - not sit in cardboard boxes in a random room in the barn.

I'm going to go have a piece of pie.

One last thing -- I'm reading a collection of short stories called "Home Schooling" by Carol Windley. They're excellent. It's a series of stories about families, and the problems these families are facing. Dark, but truthful.

Okay -- now I am going to have a piece of pie.