Curating Joy

I have had some down days in the last few days, just mood swings I suppose. I hole that I have to move out of….. but my mind is a little messy right now. I cant find my damn wallet. God where the fuck did I put that thing…. lets see the last thing I did…. I went to the coffee shop and paid for some coffee with it. After coffee, I went home, no wait I went somewhere else or did I…. fuck me that was like two days ago. I should know this. That is literally so bad.

My memory recall is at an all time low right now. I literally went from thinking I am going to go biking to finding my wallet to giving up on the wallet and finally to writing. Wtf is that. I need to find my wallet to go biking though…

Lol, I am going to finish this post, I don’t know why, it is kind of a hunk….. I ended up going biking in the snow after I talked to brothers. All they were talking about is getting a dirtbike. I guess the prices have skyrocketed, as we all agreed, by 1 stimi worth. Everything is going up by a few stimis, we just don’t see it yet. It is coming….

4/20: Sunset hike

4/21: departure day

4/22: real departure day, currently in Glenwood as of writing this.

After the bike ride, I went to sleep. Maria came over and we hung out for a while. She ended up leaving at like 12. The next day, I studied, clean my car, did some office stuff and got ready to leave for Glenwood. Apparently, my dad was about to be out there in the morning, so I was going to meet him.

So at 5:30, I left for Glenwood, and by 6:30 it was snowing really hard and an accident closed up the tunnel… I was stuck in traffic for about 45 minutes. It was stressful because the snow was accumulating really quickly. I talked to Maria for that time, I ask her what to do. She told me to come back and sleep at her place. I agreed and turned around.

I spent the driving time listening to Curzio Research, a podcast I used to listen to a while back. It was not wasted time, I learned a lot in the 2 hours of travel. While on the way back I got off an exit and drove a random road south of I70. I found a really cool spot and presided to stay there for about an hour. I had a beer, a coffee (in my Jetboil) and a small snack…. I Slept over Maria’s and told my dad of the bad news. In the morning, he told me that the flight was cancelled due to a break hydraulic on the Jet’s breaking system, or something along those lines. He then texted me a few minutes later saying that the plane was all set.

I told him I would reassess the situation. Fuck it, lets go see dad, its been a while. After 2 and a half hours of driving, I am here. it snowed about 5 time on the way out. It is so funny, elevation plays such a factor in snow accumulation. So after two attempts, one unsuccessful I am sitting by the river in a little lean-to bench set up waiting for dumb dumb to call me back. I think he is flying now….