Life is pretty busy just now and if pressured to do so I would admit to feeling a certain amount of actual stress. I am not quite out of it either, so I probably can’t write in an entertaining way about the week’s events. Regular readers will forgive me I hope; new ones whom I fail to hook this week will miss out on some super awesome writing that will occur another week.
Maybe it will just take the writing of an article to whip the shroud of anxiety off the sense of humour that no doubt lurks there below the other shrouds of worries, frets and irritations.
The cooler went down on early in the week and we had to resort to the old method of running water through an old radiator and blowing air through it. Not really the best for a cooler containing 20,000 pounds of potatoes on hot days. Not sure yet what the consequences will be of two days (or more) at 14 degrees, but I know we are going to find out.
The positive side of this story is that the repair guy was awesome. He showed us all kinds of tricks, gave all kinds of advice and headed off a few other imminent issues. As it happens he loves fresh produce so we in turn gave him all kinds of warmish potatoes and vegetables and his company will send us an enormous bill shortly. We feel it is a good deal all around.
The bike-ride organizing took a turn for the frenetic when the permitting procedures and requirements went madly off in unprecedented directions. There are a lot of events in this area these days and all of a sudden, Slow Food Cycle Sunday is on the regulatory radar: eight years of smooth sailing and bam, it all changes.
Also, my truck is falling to pieces. I haven’t really driven it since June as the bike-commuting weather has been at a premium and it was a bit of a shock right off the bat at the gas pump. When did gas get so expensive? No wonder potato sales are off a bit this year.
I drive my truck up and down the valley several times in the lead-up to the bike ride, dropping things off here and there and the truck registers protest in the only way it can. Last year both doors jammed and I had to climb in and out of the windows. This year there is something amiss with the reverse: very shaky. Perhaps it needs to be driven more. Well not at that price: I can see that I will be commuting by bike well into the fall.
And then there is the rain. On the one hand, I am deeply satisfied to hear it on the roof; on the other, it has done nothing to stoke the inner fire needed to see this bike ride thing through the weekend. Who’s going to want to go for a bike ride in the teeming rain? I am at a stand.
I wish I could get the word out to everyone that this valley is never so beautiful as it is after a summer rain event. The mist rises from the river, the fields glow, the colours pop, and there is no dust whatsoever.
Anna Helmer is going to get back to work now as the sun appears to be out.