Watching for a coffee bean hike/spike
Spent the afternoon on my unsolved puzzle: how to update the RV radio. I feel, after several hours, that I’ve been chasing my tail. Ineffective. I did the usual deep dive into user-created content, and after multiple “maybe this time…”, I am back in the house. Another afternoon. To be fair, the radio does what it is supposed to do. We have sound and maps, and so although I want more, I can accept the status quo. For now.
Watched a video ride-by in the town of Lytton, BC. What the hot temperatures couldn’t accomplish, good old wildfire could. Not much left, except for the memories. What do you do when a whole community disappears? Rebuild, or move on? I don’t ever want to be in that position.
Our first hurricane has come and gone. Simply put, it missed us. Keeping the date in mind (early July), this could be a long, hot, wet, windy summer.
Another effect of the drought. This time, in Brasil, where the price of coffee beans is rising, and risking to drag the neighbouring plantations along. I can afford to have the prices rise, a little. Coffee is now my only expensive “thing”. I’m not ready to give up on life, just yet. If you see me out at the road, with a cup (empty) soliciting funds, please be kind. We’ve had a long hard winter, and although I’ve cut back on everything else, I still want to grind beans, when I wish. Just chip in and imagine how much worse my life could be.
