the price list at an amish produce stand on a quiet backroad in the country. no cashier stands waiting to collect your money. no video surveillance to try to keep you honest. just grab your produce and put the money in the can. use the money that’s there to make change if need be.
i’m sure there are stands like this all around amish country across the u.s., i wonder if they have their own national honesty index.
tonight i did not fall well. so i earned a gnarly road rash and ripped jeans. and no i wasn’t going down the super steep hill at top speed like the other day. just rolling down off the sidewalk into street AT SLOW SPEED hit a crack and then maybe a pebble and BAM!
it does makes me think twice about rolling down the monster hill again at night with no pads 🙂
@snowdeal omg that tweet. it's my density.( https://t.co/w6AL8Rx9Af ) i guess w/ my brain no time is a bad time for a marty mcfly reference
— Eric C Snowdeal III (@snowdeal) August 31, 2015
( btw didn’t bail. also skating really fast down hills in the dark is still a mighty adrenaline rush. )
— Eric C Snowdeal III (@snowdeal) August 31, 2015
big day for odin today. it was the first day of fifth grade and after years in the local waldorf school he had his first day at public school and loved it. we’re still very big supporters of the waldorf school and couldn’t say enough about how central the experience has been in developing the wonderful, caring boy that he is today. to use a hockey analogy, this is about skating to where the puck will be.
in the morning he was appropriately nervous and while a little bummed to not be able to wear his contacts ( NEW SCHOOL! NEW LOOK! ) since he washed one down the shower drain the night before and we don’t have backups yet ( *cough* someone might have told him not to take a shower with his contacts in *cough*. lesson learned the hard way. ) he was taking it in stride.
he traded his half block walk for a half mile bike ride or walk. i don’t him i’d be more than happy to walk him to school, all the way to his locker and give him a hug as he walked into his class.
with a little glimmer in eye he said, “no poppi, that’s o.k. i can get to class by myself.”
odin snuck into hockey coaches clinic ( benefits of having mom on hockey board ), and caught me by surprise when he saw his chance and strode up to a chicago blackhawks player getting on the ice and asked, eyes wide as saucers, “can i shake your hand?” “sure thing, kid. thanks.” odin stepped away, beaming. i don’t know if the player will remember, but i know odin will never forget it. THE FEELS!
impressed the player was heartfelt even when nobody was looking. no crowds and i was standing off at a distance. also kinda proud that odin wasn’t interested in autograph or anything. just wanted to shake his hand. i think it caught the player off guard so maybe he will remember 🙂
to my chagrin, i’m still trying to track down the name of the player. the name i have doesn’t match the roster list but i think he’s a new recruit. i do know todd woodcraft was at the clinic, who is also a really nice guy and has held various coaching and scouting positions over the years. he’s in the red jacket on the left in the foreground. the blackhawks player is behind him in a red jersey.
to every thing there is a season.
spent the day hanging out with some fine folks involved with the valley stewardship network ( one of which is my better half! ) on the west branch of the kickapoo river. he’s very serious about tackling the rapids such are they are 🙂
still getting used to odin and his all-growed-up-ed-ness wearing contact lenses.
i remain optimistic ( or is it delusional ) that the affordable large mason jar of sea glass we purchased in machias, maine at parlin’s flowers is 100% legit and not the imposter mass produced tumbled glass that you might find in more touristy areas. according to wikipedia ( SO IT MUST BE TRUE! ) genuine sea glass takes 20-30 years to get its smooth and frosty appearance.