My weekly pilgrimage to Andrini’s started because I needed internet. And community. I slung my 7 pound computer onto my back and trekked to the local coffee shop. I wandered through the farmer’s market as they were setting up. I paid my bills and then found some conversations I wanted to join online. I ran into people I knew. I came back the next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. Last week I finally brought money for farmer’s market and brought home copious amounts of basil, among other things. Thank you SLO Grown Produce for the pesto sale.
I have a new genius phone that keeps me connected at home, but I still come. I’m in search of community. I have a tendency to want to hide in my house, but I dream of sitting around coffee (or beer) and talking about the things that matter. Big thoughts and ideas, sometimes I wonder how to make it happen, sometimes I wonder if I’m ready or if I’d like to keep my ideas in the safety of print. Every Saturday, I just keep coming. Wanna come?
Raindrops in the Ocean 