Of Flames, Leggings and Beans

No shortage of fire images here in Sonoma County but most are as far as you can get from tiny, and fortunately we are not currently threatened. Even so, they seem to have a number of fire trucks that just roam the rural areas. I have resorted to the gas burner on the stove. We are so fire averse that we don’t even have any candles in the house, only a couple with batteries and fake flames. I was going to 'light' one of the candles for an interesting shot, but the batteries were corroded and non-functional. So a bit of flame on the  smallest burner it must be. I do rather like the form the flame takes in a macro photo.

John's bit of excitement this morning was tracking down an important prescription which Rite Aid couldn't fill. All they told him was that they couldn't get it and that he should go to Walgreens. He was gone for ages but came back victorious, clutching his 90 day supply and saying that the manufacturer has changed. This doesn't really explain why Rite Aid couldn't get it, but I have given up trying to figure out the discrepancies between what John says and what really happened. Tomorrow I am going with him to see the neurologist who has succeeded in eluding us for months. I just hope I can hear what he has to say without losing it... 

Dana and I went to Lululemon and I certainly can put leggings as well as bras knickers and jeans on my list of too many choices. I was quite depressed by a glimpse of my scarred and bruised legs in the dressing room mirror, and demoralized by the general vision of myself in skin tight clothing in triplicate mirrors under bright lights. (There is a reason why I keep my closet quite dark). I did finally come away with yet another sweatshirt, but it is an interesting color and not a hoodie, which is some sort of progress. We had an interesting conversation with a very personable young man working there who was bemoaning the fact that men's departments are so small compared to the offerings for women.

A visit to the bookstore was less daunting and more in my comfort zone.
I love the section with staff recommended books with little cards explaining why they like their choices. But I bought a book on beans. Beans? you say. Well, yes. It is edited by the Rancho Gordo people who source and grow many varieties of heirloom beans. I think I could work my way through the book, a new page every day. The recipes look good and the book is beautiful to look at. That experiment would probably end up like the time, based on an article I read somewhere,  we decided to try a backpacking trip on which we took nothing but different kinds of trail mix. We wound up going home after a day and a half. (But not before stopping for a hamburger at a place with great burgers and pies at the trailhead.)