i love exploring.
my corolla stopped counting mileage some time ago, and i suppose that’s how it should be. it’s apparently a common oddity in several models from that year. she’s stuck at 299,999 and i find it amusing, and really one tiny distraction less.
i keep a piece of paper in the glove box to track approximate mileage for oil changes, and thankfully a trip meter to spare to remind me that regular maintenance will keep my ever-willing travel companion running smooth.
a couple episodes of On Being coloured in the gaps and reminded me of the wonderful quality of that podcast. i listened to Krista Tippett query Matthieu Ricard, and Martin Sheen. interesting, mindful, spiritual, authentic and happy gents. and a few more books now enter the list of “want to read”.
today we’re in Comox, roughly in the middle, longitudinally, of Vancouver Island. all new to me. recently i have felt the pull to move here, and by October, that’s now the goal.
i yearn for quieter, open spaces. easier access to north or south of here is important too. so i’ll follow my feet, as ever, and see what manifests.