Currently my lab is exchanging emails about poaching a new fire start up near Redding. Since Calculus is over, that means I'm on the list to go. When I read the email about the new start, I got that old familiar feeling of having this awesome summer, with plans (although the only plan I had was to run 8 miles tomorrow) and then getting a fire call. I have to say, I must have made the right decision to resign because I've been getting that disappointed feeling when fire calls come up for quite awhile now.
I was just realizing that I'm only two hours away from the parent winery of my favorite winery! I had this awesome idea that now that it's summer, I could go out there and get some of my favorite wines! Or, I could just go to a fire....
Strangely enough, it was this winery that got us a fire call a couple years ago. That's what happens you know. You don't get any fires until you make plans. Well, I had just joined Quady Underground, where I would get two bottles of wine every other month shipped to my house. Of course you have to have an adult 21 and older sign for the box and it has to be at your house. You can't have it delivered to the neighbor's house.
So when I finally got back from the fire I had to drive up to the winery in Oregon to pick up my box that had gone to Montague and back.
Meh. Oh Palomino Fino...I love you. But you must wait for another day. My running shoes are sulking in the corner as they face the strong likelihood of being stood up for our 8 miler tomorrow. Grr,
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