Sunday Drive

so.... I am supposed to be working on my article for this weeks newsletter. But I have to write about nettles. And until last week, I didn't know that nettles existed. So, the obvious choice is to continue to put it off. Here is a link to the farm's newsletter archive. My first published work is under 'May 7'. I wrote the 'What's in the Box' and Ramp Feature.

It is a gorgeous day in the valley so, I have relocated to my out door office.

This morning I got up early and drove to LaCrosse on what turned into a Loch Ness Monster chase. No, not a wild goose chase. A Loch Ness Moster chase. Or perhaps a BigFoot chase. Or, wild unicorn chase. Whatever mythical creature you prefer to reference, they have one thing in common with the church I was looking for in LaCrosse. That is, they don't exist. There seem to be some relative theories about their existence, but when they are searched out, the searcher comes up empty handed.

I found the very real website of a church I was interested in visiting. I Google mapped the address. I followed the directions to the place where 130 5th avenue should have been. However, it was not there. I stood on the corner of King and 5th, looking between 203 and 126. The only thing between the two addresses was a wide street. Ten minutes before service was supposed to begin at this fabled church, I saw no evidence of church goers or people in general. I continued to circle the block until 9:03 when I gave up the search and set out on a new mission. A mission I like to call: Operation French Toast.

I walked around the only area of town where there seemed to be signs of life for a good 10 minutes before concluding people in LaCrosse must not believe in breakfast. I was on my way back to my car, feeling just more than slightly annoyed, when I passed a window with people on the other side of it! Sitting at tables! with coffee! I found the door, which at first glance looks like it belongs to an abandoned shop. I went in and was greeted by a girl with dreads. Still not sure of the place, I glanced around and spotted a girl sitting at a cafe table, with her macbook pro open and munching a salad. Confirmed. This place is legit. After further wandering around the shop I discovered words like, 'organic', 'local' and 'live music'. I ordered and sat for a while, thinking this is shop is the only redeeming quality of the entire city.

All in all, I guess the trip wasn't a complete bust.

Now I am here. On my porch. My computer perched on wooden crates and a keyboard on my lap. Putting off my newsletter writing assignment. Just goes to prove, you can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the procrastination out of the girl.