Two years ago when I started this blog and was preparing to walk the Camino de Santiago, I carried a rock for myself to leave at the Iron Cross along the way. (https://50thingsinmy50s.blogspot.com/2016/07/a-rabbit-two-frogs-and-antelope-walk.html)
I set my intention and left it there at the base of the Cross, along with the thousands of other rocks that had been laid there over the years. I carried four rocks, one for me, a friend, a mentor, and Kevin, the donut guy.
Last summer, the son was going to miss a week. He was flying with his girlfriend to Iceland for a vacation and to propose. The regulars at the Farmer's Market were abuzz. This summer he got married. Understandably, there were no donuts that week, as father and son were busy celebrating a new life chapter. The following week the public was calling and donuts were needed. I subbed, while the son was on a honeymoon.
I got an official shirt, and only screwed up a couple of times.
I have subsequently filled in again. The son moved 250 miles away. His bride is in graduate school and he is teaching at a high school. He's been leaving work on Fridays, driving four hours, working with dad Saturday and Sunday, and driving back. Last weekend, I gave him a weekend off. He worked on the house and spent time with his bride, while I made donuts on Saturday and Sunday. It was a joy. I love hanging out with my dear friend and I enjoy seeing neighbors, friends, other vendors, the band directors, a chemistry teacher, and local kids with their grandparents.
Time to make the donuts, my friends.
