First Geocaching.

I had oh soooooo much FUN Geocaching!!!! It was Ron's(my dp)idea. If you don't know what that is then check out http://www.geocaching.com I've been trying to make a slide show to post on my blog, but you will just have to wait for that.

We tried 5 different gps coordinates and only found one treasure box, but oh was it a rush... Let me narrate.....


He says lets go. I put on my shoes. The old people ones I got from the Salvation Army for $6 that I love. They're brown and fitting for the occasion. He puts on the twinagolli boots. Double check for my camera and my phone.

Outside it is overcast and gray, but that's not how I feel. That's not how I feel at all. I am bubbling with excitement; I can hardly wait to get there. The 1st set of coordinates are less than 2 miles from my apartment. The box could be any where within 20 meters of the coordinates. We search one side of the street. Then the other. Then back to the original side.

Finally we see it. Up in the tree. I don't even wait to negotiate who will go for the box. I'm already up in the tree. I feel so alive that I don't even notice at the time that I have scratched my self on the tree's armor.

No matter. I open the black box and find trinkets of no value to any one but me and my partner. An empty plastic vodka bottle, a dimmer switch still on the packaging, a bingo marker, a black handle of some sort, and the log book.

In place of the bingo marker we left a gardenia scented sachet. They are so lovely.

Down the tree and I am ready for more. You couldn't get the smile off of my face if you tried. Something about the whole thing is so fulfilling, liberating.

Next we are on the less beaten path. A trail with 3 foot high grass. There are wild flowers every where and I simply cannot stop taking pictures of them. Each one a gem of beauty. I think to myself that I will have to come back with a 5-gallon bucket and pick some. I know. A sin. But I must have a little beauty of the universe in my living room.

We search and search to no avail. The grass is too high. Too thick. A promise to return in winter.

We are in a different place now. A man accosts us, first asking if we own the land we are searching, then checking if we were surveyors. He only wanted to know because they were building the fence in the wrong place. An issue, I'm sure.

It starts to rain. A gentle rain. It feels so good. I come even more alive. I search harder for the treasure that may be in a container the size of a 35mm film tube. But again the grass is too high. Too thick. In winter we say.

The next set of coordinates leads us to yet another field. With even taller, thicker, and now wet grass. We search and search until our shoes were filled with water and our pants soaked. No dice.

One last try for the day we say. We park on the side of the road. Looking and looking. The man with the dogs asks us what were are doing. We tell him. He says, "oh." We think that this one is no longer there. Some business person removed it We suspect. That's sad.

On the way home I see furry palm trees.

Home now. We strip down. Hot shower.

Oh my goodness gracious!!!!!

My kitchen looks like I murdered a flour bag.

So, yeast was NOT my friend yesterday! I was using rapid rise yeast in a recipe that called for regular yeast. (I'm going to blame that part on my mother because she gave the rapid rise yeast.) Of coarse I didn't figure why the dough wasn't rising until today. So now I must start all over with the yeast dishes.

Some how I managed to use 4 blocks of room temperature butter. I have now clue where it went.

The Peanut butter cake went pretty well. So well that my dog decided that she was going to get up on the table and eat some........ I guess I should take that as a compliment.

Don't know why I feel like baking so much right now but i do.

I like when you get the dough just right (which took me quite a few tries yesterday). Something just feels right about that. Some times I wonder who was just sitting there and thought, "Oh I'll just add this and that and make this." Adding yeast to bread. It's amazing really.

I'm mean, what makes humans look at one thing and then look at another and say, this will make something. I mean does the first person who makes something get it right the first time, or do they screw up a bunch of times? We tend to look at geniuses and think that something just dawned on them one day and they didn't even have to try hard to figure it out. I wonder if that is really true. Maybe some times. But I'm starting to think that more often than not they screw up a whole bunch first.

Are our ideas just a function on survival? How can we understand them? How should we understand them? Or should I say in what context should we understand them? Philosophically or scientifically or both?

My philosophical self and my scientific self seem to become less and less separate every day.

4:20 LOL...

Okay, today. The first day. Gonna bake some food. Chocolate chip bread, peanut butter cake, and possibly hot crossed buns (without the candied citron; that just sounds like a bad idea).

My goal is to experience the universe through the touch of dough (and peanut butter, because peanut butter is one of the fundamental building blocks of the universe).

I use to bake bread from scratch back in my other life. And by that I don’t mean that I have been reincarnated, I just mean back when I was married. Yes, I’ve been married and no, I don’t have any children (that answers most people’s questions about the situation). My life was kind of crazy then and it was my escape. I would burn a candle and make peach bread (my own creation). I don’t even remember how to make it now, but at the time it was something that allowed me to focus on progress.

Yeah, progress I think. Moving on. Freedom. Freedom: that which I didn’t have at the time and desperately sought after.

Enough of that for now gotta go buy the butter. I don’t understand why I can’t just get some at room temp already. Now that would be convenience.