Hello beloved readers!!!
I apologize for the long absence. I've been obviously inactive on this blog, not having left on any other adventurous adventures in a while. I actually had plans to travel internationally this month to Nicaragua with some friends for about a month's time, but other travel plans came in the way.
NO DETAILS! At least not yet. You will all find out soon enough.
To start this post, some of you may know that since the summer of 2012, I've had the privilege of being able to assist at the Watchtower Farms in Wallkill, NY for the past 5 summers/autumns with the Farm Department. My assignment in particular has been the harvesting of blueberries, peaches, apples and grapes. It's one of my favorite crews and a real privilege to work side by side with some pretty incredible people.
It's this very harvest that sets the stage for this near-traumatic experience from this past summer.
It was a crisp, warm Thursday morning in September. I arrived at the A residential building along with another sister from my congregation in order to enjoy Morning Worship and breakfast with friends. We had a jolly old time prior to the day's work, and each headed to their appointed work spots. Every harvest season, Mark accompanies me at some point for photo opps.
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| Bearing Good Fruit |
You may ask yourself, why all the fuss? What kind of (then) 24-year-old woman gets distraught over losing/misplacing a stuffed animal? To paraphrase.... I'll leave the link to the "Introduction to MEPS" blog post I did last March. http://welcometotheadventurousadventure.blogspot.com/2016/03/an-introduction-to-meps.html?m=0
I kid you not, I had full teams of friends on the lookout for the fuzzball at Wallkill. I appreciate that no one made light of it or thought it weird to be on a wild goose chase for a toy. In the meantime, my family was kind and proactive in the most comforting ways.
Now fast forward to the following Tuesday.
I was at work at the time, at the point of trying to accept that my beloved tiny travel companion was possibly gone forever. Going through the motions of my job, I almost ignored the text message from one of my breakfast buddies "Steve", with only this caption: "We came across someone you know. " attached to this picture.
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| Faces covered to protect the not-so-innocent. Just kidding, you know who you are. #bluesushitrio |
I will not deny that tears started to flow copiously on sight. My Mark was in safe hands!!!! I was hungry for details, and "Steve" was more than happy to fill me in.
Apparently, i HAD brought him to breakfast, only to have let him slip out of my little harvest backpack right outside of our car. We'd left him behind in the pavement, all alone. He was subjected to the rain and summer nights, until some unknown kind soul lovingly placed him on a nearby sign. Fortunately, he did not submit to the elements, staying the strong little guy he is.
I mean, come on, he survived Canada AND Guyana, no way a little NY weather would bring him down, right?
The next day after my midweek meeting , I picked him up at Wallkill, ready for him to come home.
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| A sopping wet Mark posing with "Steve"'s ...whatever that thing is |
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| Poor thing needed a MAJOR shower |
He's on the table in front of me, his calm mouthless face staring back at me. I know not to get overly attached to material things, but still I am beyond relieved that he's safe and sound. Call me ridiculous, but I love him. We have waaaaay too many adventures to go on, neither of us can afford to get lost now!!!
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| In all his fluffy , bowtied goodness |
We shall bid you a goodnight, and stay tuned for the next post!!!
Love,
The Adventurous A.
