In which I try not to work so hard and my dog is my co-pilot

Vacationing is actually kind of difficult for me.

I'm good at taking time off from work and heading off into the wilderness.  That's never difficult.  
My problem is that I'm always looking around for some work that needs to be done in the place I'm visiting.
That's why, when my plans to head over to Spokane to help ride management put together the Crazy Daze ride fell through, I had to recalibrate.
I spent some time riding, of course.  

I got a bunch of needful chores done around the Farm--non-exciting stuff like renting a wood splitter and processing a bunch of firewood so we can stay warm this winter.

I harvested some stuff from the garden.  The plums are getting ripe, the apples are almost ripe, the blackberries are almost done, and the beans are almost ready to harvest and dry, so I harvested and processed food for a few days.  That will be good, come winter time.

And I really cleaned out my office, and got rid of 8 bags of dust-collecting clothes and junk tha…

In which there is a nice thought, and the Bad Idea Fairy helps out

This is, under good circumstances, my life:

I understand (intellectually, at least) that there may come a time in the (extremely distant) future where I might not be able to just hop on my Dragon and trot down the trail.

I expect that when that time comes, y'all will want to build a memorial for me.  I have actually got a plan in place with my loved ones, involving a couple bags of redi-crete, my cremated remains, and the building of a permanent water tank up near Clover Springs, on the Renegade Ride trail.

Here's what I don't want:

It's on a trail.  At a junction of three blind corners.  

With just a little bit of breeze, the balloon not only bobbles back-and-forth, it also makes an appalling hissssssssssss.


Fortunately, I was not riding an impulsive horse when we discovered this sweet little memorial.

The Dragon definitely Did. Not. Approve.  but she managed to keep her brains on board, and keep me in the saddle when she slammed o…

in which we travel through time, and find (inevitably) zucchini

I suspect that even if we traveled via TARDIS, we would find zucchini in August.

But I admit, I didn't expect zucchini to be part of the conversation when I met up with some old friends last weekend at a place where I spent countless hours over more than 13 years.

Our sensei of many years died a few weeks ago, and the call went out that the doshi (students/family) were planning to meet up at the the old dojo for a last kanpai (toast) before the formal memorial service at the Elks Club.

I've been away from the dojo for (counting on fingers, switching to toes) a long time.  A very long time.  Long after I left, our sensei's health failed, and the dojo was sold, and sold again.  Apparently, though the building is a bit of a structural nightmare (so says the fire inspector who was one of the senior black belts, back in the day), the location of the land made it valuable.

But the City Council knew our sensei.  And they didn't think the city needed another condo building that…