I got the call on a Friday. A food co-op in southeast Portland was holding a 25 pound bag of organic oats for me. Let me be more specific. The co-op was saving a bag that I had special ordered. The price was good and oats could be grounded up into flour and used for baking. I had a few days to pick up the bag. It was Sunday. I didn’t feel like doing anything. It was cold outside, and I was reading a really good book.
Something Said “Go and Go Now.”
I looked outside and something said “Go and go now.” I needed to walk and wanted a new and different adventure. So I took an empty suitcase to carry my bag of oats, and walked outside to catch the bus. No bus was in sight, but I didn’t mind, because I had a nice but short conversation with a man who was also waiting for the bus. The bus soon arrived.and we both boarded it. The bus took me directly to a 39th street stop which would give me a good 20-25 minute walk to the food co-op.
It was a fifteen minute ride. I got off the bus with the empty suit case and walked quickly. As I looked up at the sky, it was a little dubious if the rain would wait for me to purchase the bag and return by bus. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Oh well, a little rain wouldn’t hurt and a lot of rain might be enough to abandon my adventure and call Lyft for a ride back.
The Sky Was A Little Darker
I got to the store and an employee helped me stuff the 25 pound bag of oats into the suitcase. I stepped outside the store and couldn’t help observe that the sky was a little darker. I imagined that I could smell the rain that would soon fall. I was not about to walk back to 39th street catch the bus. I walked a few blocks south of the co-op store to board the first of two buses. My timing was good, and it was only 5 minutes until the first bus arrived. I boarded the bus with the suitcase filled with the oats. It was a short ride to the 39th street where I needed get off and transfer to the bus that would take me back home.
Again I was lucky. No rain yet. I glanced at the sky really thinking that I might just beat the rain. As I finished that thought the bus arrived at the 39th street stop. I got off ,and walked across the street with a couple of minutes to spare before my next bus arrived.
There was a small line of people waiting to board the bus and we all did so quickly. Almost there. Yes, still no rain. It was about another 5 minutes before my stop. I was feeling a little proud, convinced that I had beaten the rain. Well almost. I looked at the front of the bus and noticed that the driver had just turned on the windshield wipers. The rain had just started
The next stop was mine. I got off the bus thankful that it wasn’t pouring and grateful that it would take me just a minute to walk home. The oats had made it back safely. The adventure was over. It was time to drink a cup of hot herbal tea and finish reading the book.