It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
Last week I struggled to get myself to ride my bicycle to work. Granted, the length of my work day has been unpredictable, and I’m never sure when I might have to get myself to another corporate building in a neighboring city, but that wasn’t the real reason why the car was my preferred mode…
This weekend did not go according to plan. Some very wet snow, followed by a dive in temperatures brought out the wimp in me, I’m embarrassed to report. Instead of being outdoors, I went into cooking and nesting mode. Saturday, I needed to use up my remaining bread dough so I made three more baguettes,…
I hate updating my photos on Facebook, my blog and wherever else I make an appearance. For one thing, I keep getting absurdly older everyday. Let’s just say that the previous photo is always better than the most recent shot. But since I got my hair cut quite a bit shorter, I figure in all…
Did you know there is an actual name for a Welsh Corgi and Jack Russell cross? They are called a “Cojack” and from the photos and description of the breed in the link, I’m becoming more and more convinced Latte belongs to this club. Along with the agility course I believe I need to wear…
When life (or retirement) doesn’t go as planned, I have found that you can mope away your life or you can make adjustments. That doesn’t mean you have to go all Pollyannish. There is nothing wrong with taking the time you need to grieve. But even when you are grieving, I have found that it…
Gliding down a hill on my bicycle, I see a break in the tarred path up ahead. These cracks, potholes, and raised pavement happen a lot in Minnesota with our extreme changes in temperature. There are also the tree roots that raise the tar in defiance. Unevenness and cracks at a distance can be tricky…
