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.
Oh, how the perception of time changes over a lifetime. Right now, I feel as if I’m in a race against the ticking of the body-break-down and death clock. Which is actually two clocks. In two different time zones. Hopefully.
Every dog I’ve ever known has represented an era of change and growth for me that I’m not sure I would have come through quite the same way without them.
When I imagined life after retirement, besides traveling, I imagined myself getting stuff done — all those things I didn’t have time to do when I was parenting or working. Those were the busy, stressful years of life, right? Retirement, that’s when the fun begins. I’m not complaining. I’m simply confused because I’m not traveling;…
Saturday, I went to see a few friends ride in a mountain bike race. It was more of a fun race than a serious race (except to some bikers who just can’t help themselves), complete with Halloween costumes. We never quite grow up do we? Zooming around on bikes… wearing costumes… what could be better?…
What’s this? Not much time to blog this week. I’m flying out to see my son in Oakland, California on Friday, so there are a number of work and home related things I’m trying to get done before I leave. Rush, rush, rush. Then, my Uncle Frank died Friday evening. Frank was a wonderful uncle —…
“When the storm broke, the world was changed. Flat rocks dotted the pasture with their damp shine, scattered on a hillside that looked like a mud finger painting.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, “Flight Behavior”
