I ran out of picture space for this post. I wanted to show you a lot more of what is available at Interstate Farmers' Market, but here are a few examples. Today was the third week, and by far the hottest. It was tough to keep the bread from melting in the sun, but we had a great time, and I hope you'll come down next week and try some of Dante's Garden Pesto, some Columbia River Salmon, and hook up with a great selection of fresh produce.
And don't forget to pick up a loaf of killer bread.
The challenges I faced since I re-entered the world back in late '04 have been many, varied, and rewarding. This is definitely what life should be. I win some and I lose some, but even my losses count as wins now. Because I learn. I grow.
Ok. I'm back on that good road. The one where I eat better, exercise faithfully, play my guitar daily, and just take care of myself. For a long time after I got out of the joint, I did nothing but work. I had finally figured out what to do, and with my work cut out for me, there was little time (or need) for rest. So I busted my ass, literally. I knew I couldn't do it forever, and I was right.
Now the time has come to plan my first vacation. I have to let go. I've taken maybe two days off since I celebrated my freedom by getting hitched to a bakery. No regrets. But the mountains beckon, even if I don't know what I will do when I get there--yet. I've got to rest my body, and my mind.
Can my bread go on without me? Some people are "surprised" to learn that there really is a "Dave". But this bread has become my life. I have grown with it. I pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming. This is a good life. Sure, it's missing a few things. I re-entered knowing I could sacrifice those things to achieve something great. I have achieved a lot. I've got lots more to do.
But I can't do it all without a break. That's what's real. I have decided to plan a vacation.
