1 month away = 1st blue day.

No walk today, as I have developed a large blister on each of the balls of my feet. It was pretty painful at the end of the walk yesterday, so I will give them a rest to allow them to be in good shape for a hectic 2 days in Ranong. I spent the morning doing a batch of laundry, making up fruit salad to use up the fruit, and giving the house a general tiding, so that no critters get into anything while I have gone. I must say, I’ve done a pretty good job at not letting anything go to waste. I have only tossed out a few oranges that were past their prime, and I will end up throwing some beans in the composter before I go tomorrow. Other than that, the shopping/eating schedule has gone really well. There have been issues with the ice, but that’s to be expected in a place like this. I really can’t imagine how difficult it must be for Chiyoko and Chris to maintain such a big place like theirs, year round. This evening, I will pack a bag of clothes, and make sure I have everything on a list, so that I am prepared to make the most of my limited time in Ranong. I had a spell of the blues earlier today. Not sure why, but I had been thinking about Enzo, my family, friends, my Dad, and Moyra. Maybe it is the fact that I have almost reached a month away, and that I have basically been in self imposed exile for 3 weeks of it. I think I will have to make an effort to get out and socialize more once I get back on the 9th. After 2 more weeks here, I know I will be ready to move on and see some friends in other places, but there have sure been some amazing moments here in the quiet. I am having crazy, vivid dreams several times a night. Some good ones, and some nightmares. I used to wonder if I was someone who just didn’t dream much, or just not remember them. It must be due to the lack of over stimulation from TV, work, and being in the city, that they have come back so strongly. There have been some real wild ones! One thing that I am finding, is that writing most of this down has been very therapeutic. There are days in a row, that I really don’t talk to anyone. This has been kind of a surrogate for that. It may read as factual and dry, but that’s the way it goes I guess. Tonight will be an early one, because 48hrs of hustle is about to begin.