This week has been an odd one. Ups and downs neither one topping the other I suppose it evened out to an ebb and flow tie at the end of the week. Maybe that’s how the score is supposed to rest at times.

Leveled out.

The market crashed at the deli. In the literal sense my shelving took a fall the other day shattering all of my market inventory along with some Lego trophies my wife made and some fake plants. I had some chili flake oil and hot honey that didn’t want to leave my concrete floor without some extra elbow grease. The market never took off from day one. The stock was gaining dust. I guess this was the encouragement I needed to get rid of it.

Could’ve been a little less dramatic about it.

Charcuterie side was busy this week. Sold out my little skeletons and exceeded my expectations for box sales.

Ebb- shelving going for a high dive

Flow- sold out of charcuterie Friday

Ride the wave and dust yourself off.

If this is the beginning of charcuterie season it was quite the launch. I’ll watch my one assistant that helps me with boxes on high volume days and he’s already feeling it. Buddy you have no idea..

We’ve only just begun 🎶

Sold my trailer on Thursday. My ideal situation was supposed to be sell all attached to it but the buyer only wanted the trailer. That actually worked out in my favor. I still have my complete camping set up on my truck until I decide to change my set up. The trailer was the main piece I wanted to change out. Keeping my awning and fingers crossed it works with my next set up.

Next set up I stewed on for a bit. My wet dream was a Kimbo camper. My dream part was to find one used for a great price. Brand new they can reach over $30k and there was no scenario of me purchasing one at that price. I can’t swallow that much money for something that sits on my truck. To each their own plus the wear and tear for 980 lbs sitting on top of something that allows up to 1000 lb payload is too close for comfort for me. Air bag shocks would add more cost. Love the look, love the setup. It’s too much on too many levels.

I’m about 90% commited to a more simpler style of camping. Found a camper top company in Colorado that makes a large lightweight shell with overhead bulk storage. Bed/couch setup is what sold me. I just want a camper top I can sit up in like a regular bipedal humanoid without my head bumping into an aluminum ceiling and put my feet up. Wind won’t blow me around or I have to jump into the cab of my truck if there is lightning about. A portal for a diesel heater and insulation for the cold winter nights. My bones don’t care for 25° nights. Small local business with what looks like a close knit group of guys working well together. That’s my kind of brand.

My boy math is to buy things I enjoy that hold their value as long as you take care of them and then sell them when you’re ready. I call them hobby investments. Not really an investment as far as your money return but I sold my trailer for close to the same price as I bought it after three years ago. Minus shipping and assembly that is. She’s been to New England, Arizona and Utah twice. Multiple trips to the coast and half a hundred times to the mountains. I got my money’s worth. I give that trailer a 9/10. My only regret is my gas mileage pulling it and it did hinder some tight camping spots. I’m excited about my new set up.

I’m trying to discard the word “tired” from my vocabulary. I feel the overuse of it in my head only encourages the vibe it brings. I found myself using it quite a bit this week. Still working on it. Maybe I’ll find a new word or term to express it more positively.

Well used

Comfortably extinguished

Delightfully deflated

My weekend is approaching, it may be a refuel/rest day or I might try to lower my body temperature in the mountains. Rain may damper that adventure. The urge to drive may also.

Time change tomorrow. I’m happy to see the sunrise before 7:40 again. Night time at 6pm doesn’t bother me like it used to. I’ve slowly become a fall/winter person I often wonder if it’s because my tenure of life replicates. I’m more comfortable in soft fluffy clothing. Heat sources, foggy breath in the morning. What I don’t like is my glasses fogging up from the humidity, mosquitoes dining on my ankles, mother nature’s magnifying glass sun piercing my uncovered scalp.

I’m in my zone.

My heart is dancing to a November tune.