Steve and Judy's Travels!

After two months of triple digits.  Today a temperature in the high eighties.  Overcast.  Almost rainy.

Our air conditioning kept up.

We bought some eggs.  We saw an opportunity to buy eggs from happy chickens that get to roam free versus eggs produced from chickens in cages so we went for it.  Printed on the egg carton was a link to a video showing the chickens at the farm our eggs came from.

https://vitalfarms.com/farm/helms-holler/

How smart was that!  They put up a video of the very chickens that laid our eggs grazing in their pasture!

The video isn’t a livestream, that wouldn’t make sense from rural locations, but it is a 360 degree view we can turn through.  Sure, these eggs are a little pricier, and in the grand scheme of things probably don’t provide a giant difference in nutrition, but who wouldn’t want the baby mamas of their breakfast eggs to live this happy and free?

I think.

That would be a kind of Hummingbird Moth; they feed on nectar.  They fly and hover just like a hummingbird, but they’re much smaller.

It was there, wedged between the door and the door frame of the Jeep when I opened the door in the morning.  He was very tolerant of our activity while we got stuff in and out of the car.  I had to scare him off on purpose before I could close the door for fear of smushing him.

A California Ground Squirrel, in fact.  We saw it in Oregon.

Disturbing and interesting.

I’m with another guy, but I don’t know him.  We were walking through a shabby part of town; what town I have no idea.  We were stopping and looking at stuff in thrift stores.  At one particular store, I was looking the other way when I heard the shopkeeper say “So this is how it’s going to be.”  I didn’t understand what he meant.  I turned and looked to see that the three of us were aligned in a straight line, him in the middle with a table of stuff between him and me, and the other guy behind him.  The shopkeeper said “So which of you is it going to be?”  I still didn’t understand.  Then the other guy began the assault.  Up to that point, I had no idea what was going to happen.  I was surprised and shaken by the violence.  That dream was disturbing.  I’m not trying to analyze it.  I don’t think dreams, especially bad dreams, really mean anything, they just are.  I wouldn’t even be describing this dream, except that I need it to set the scene for the interesting part.

The interesting part, and what struck me right away, even while I was still dreaming, was that the shopkeeper figured it out so fast.  This was a dream coming from my head and he figured out what was going to happen way before I did.  I’m dreaming him.  He should only know what I know.  How could he know before I did, and not just by a little, not just a moment, not a split second, but by a lot?  He saw it coming and I never did.