Bi-Fecta

The trifecta today is only a bi-fecta now. The hike got canceled because the hike leader fell on a hike yesterday and needs to recovery. 

Could I still solo hike? 

Sure. 

Will I? 

Probably not. 

Should I? 

Probably would do wonders for my mood. 

But I think I want some time at home instead of hours of hiking.

MAYBE with a lean toward nope.

FIRST UP ...

... meeting at a coffee shop to discuss local issues. It's a standing Friday meetup and only 3 of us have RSVP'd this week. Maybe people just show up. I hope it's not a bust since I had to move plans around to open my schedule. 

SECOND UP ...

... I'm heading to my aunt's neighborhood for a community garage sale. She's been talking this up and has invited me so many times. Fingers crossed for some goodies. I'm going a bit late (see First Up) so ... fingers crossed. 

I have a number of office items to work on this afternoon (which is another reason I'm leaning heavily toward not solo hiking). 

CAN I WHISPER A SECRET?

I absolutely do not want to go to Asheville next week to have the HVAC installed.

There I said it.

 

Two days completely hijacked while they do the work. It's going to be loud and messy and suck any opportunity for Asheville joy out of this visit. I'd much, much rather be home. I find out today if the permits came through. Guess what I'm hoping?!?

And you know something won't go right. The house is over 100 years old. Modern mixing with the old is bound to have problems. 

SOMETHING CRAZY ...

I'm coming up on my 3000th post on this blog -- seriously?? 

2993 today.

Since 2016. I went back and read the first couple of months and it's interesting to see what's the same and where I've grown. I also like the way I wrote back then. I wrote this post in that style a bit more. What do you think? Check it out -- it's pretty good, if I do say so myself. 

Note the old-lady double spacing between sentences. Not anymore, Satan. I'm a single-spaced lady now.

I'm going to keep reading some backlist posts -- pop in and out over the years and visit past ME. 

I'll end on an Amazon fail or happy accident, as it were. I bought eyes for Halloween decor, but they won't stick to the tree. 

Hello, pivot. 

Meet my trash can.

They're rounded and the
trash machine might bust
them, but until then ...

Mister Trash Can and I wish you a good day. Later gators.