My sweet, sweet rose, I've come to my senses and silenced the voices that played in my head
"If I were thirty years younger and single, I'd give you my phone number."
"I doubt my boyfriend would like that."
"Well, there's always competition."
Cut myself twice last night making guacamole. The resulting deliciousness was totally worth it.
Mic and I going rafting, killing time on the bridge while we waited for the air compressor to slowly inflate. Complained about men, and lo and behold, one came slowly biking over to us, weaving on the dirt road. Drunk out of his mind. "You girls aren't planning on taking that raft down that crick, are ya? You're gonna die. There's a whirlpool right around that corner. I know every single river in this country."
Might have been more convincing if we hadn't rafted that exact same creek over a dozen times last year, and at least three times this one. Male chauvinism, expecting girls not to know anything about "manly" stuff, like boating and fishing and hunting.
He was still at the bridge as the current took us away, and once we got out of sight we started screaming about how we were going to die.
Didn't die. Though we were startled when a beaver (possibly an otter?) dove into the water three feet from the raft with a deep splooshing sound. Smoked honey cigarillos and talked about anything and everything.
Driving back to my car, "What is that?" One of the fox kits from last year, grown slightly bigger but still not full sized. Crossed the road and sat in the ditch, watching us. Movement on the other side of the road caught our eye and we saw a cow moose, a rather well-sized one. She stared at us for a while, ran a few paces, stared again. Our wild animal rafting adventures have truly begun again.
Joined the fire brigade. The first meeting I went to ended up being the opening barbecue, no training going on that day. Social anxiety threatened a bit as I realized there was no one there I really knew well or talked to regularly, but I just dove in. Ended up having a good time, imagine that.
And I finally feel settled in, at home. Only took two weeks; seems I'm getting better at adapting.
"I doubt my boyfriend would like that."
"Well, there's always competition."
Cut myself twice last night making guacamole. The resulting deliciousness was totally worth it.
Mic and I going rafting, killing time on the bridge while we waited for the air compressor to slowly inflate. Complained about men, and lo and behold, one came slowly biking over to us, weaving on the dirt road. Drunk out of his mind. "You girls aren't planning on taking that raft down that crick, are ya? You're gonna die. There's a whirlpool right around that corner. I know every single river in this country."
Might have been more convincing if we hadn't rafted that exact same creek over a dozen times last year, and at least three times this one. Male chauvinism, expecting girls not to know anything about "manly" stuff, like boating and fishing and hunting.
He was still at the bridge as the current took us away, and once we got out of sight we started screaming about how we were going to die.
Didn't die. Though we were startled when a beaver (possibly an otter?) dove into the water three feet from the raft with a deep splooshing sound. Smoked honey cigarillos and talked about anything and everything.
Driving back to my car, "What is that?" One of the fox kits from last year, grown slightly bigger but still not full sized. Crossed the road and sat in the ditch, watching us. Movement on the other side of the road caught our eye and we saw a cow moose, a rather well-sized one. She stared at us for a while, ran a few paces, stared again. Our wild animal rafting adventures have truly begun again.
Joined the fire brigade. The first meeting I went to ended up being the opening barbecue, no training going on that day. Social anxiety threatened a bit as I realized there was no one there I really knew well or talked to regularly, but I just dove in. Ended up having a good time, imagine that.
And I finally feel settled in, at home. Only took two weeks; seems I'm getting better at adapting.