After reviewing my phone, I see I took over 300 photos the other day. This included a nostalgic drive past old homes of mine, two beaches, and a walking tour of the housing community my father has retired to.
There is a large community garden with a greenhouse and hefty compost piles. The trees are covered in apples and pears. Truly a vibrant garden with the markings of care and diligence readily apparent.
I start to realize now that my writings cannot keep up with the speed of my photo taking. It’s also a bit rude to have my nose to my phone, typing away in the presence of company.
What I mean to be saying is that future blog entries for this trip will have to be made after the day’s activity has ceased. So, if I perhaps begin to refer to actions and thoughts in the past tense, it is only because I am writing post-action.
So, starting the first post for today, I awoke at 2:30 AM. I got around five hours of sleep before I awoke. I think my body has not yet shaken off the early hour rigors from the prior day’s flight.
I managed to fall back asleep after some time before reawakening at 5:40 AM, at which time I was driven to relieve myself. Afterwards, I lay about in bed till 7 AM having heard some movement beyond my bedroom.
To start my day, I had a nice cup of mint tea to chase away the cobwebs and whet my appetite.
My father had also awoken around five and was preparing breakfast.
In a cast-iron pot, he placed diced apples from the orchard, dried raisins, cashew nuts, and pumpkin seeds. Today’s morning meal is porridge.
With some rolled oats added to the pot and set to simmer. A hearty repast. Porridge sticks to the ribs and lends energy to muck through the day.
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