These are the things that go on in our house. We have a circle, perfect for 5-year-olds to ride bikes around, or 51-year-olds... not really much of a difference?
Tuesday - Spin class! It is a bit boring not being able to stand on the pedals, however, a good time to work on my climbing muscles. Gus and I had a nice walk after I got home.
|I want the chair, make Jax get out of the chair.|
Wednesday - The sun was supposed to be out at 3, so I was going to run then. It didn't come out but it was nice for a dog walks, they each had their own walk.
Dave, the Imaginary Husband, volunteered to help out with Thanksgiving dinner at his parents, house. And when he volunteers, he does, he isn't voluntolding me, he is volunteering himself. We had a small crisis with a roasting pan after I got back from a short Jax walk and a long Gus walk. Tom the Turkey wouldn't fit into the pan and how the hell was he supposed to fold his wings behind his back? Were they supposed to go back like he was arresting the turkey or like the turkey was sitting in an office chair with his hands behind his head? Nothing was really working. Then there was the dilemma of no turkey baster or string.... I offered several times to make a trip to, ugh, Wal-Mart, TJMaxx or Home Goods MAY have what we are looking for but at 9:40 p.m. we had a limited amount of time. Wally World was most likely to have what we needed. They did! We only need a few inches bigger pan, and I found it! The baster and string were procured at Stop and Shop and I was on my way home. Leaving Stop and Shop at 9:59 p.m. just as they were closing! Pshew.
Tom was all situated and bound in his vessel, the wings go behind like he's in a desk chair, not the back of a police car (in case you were wondering), he was nestled quietly in the fridge with the sides ready for a 6 a.m. wake up call! Well done, Dave, the Imaginary Husband! He asked if I'd dry if he washed the 1/2 a gajillion pots, pans, bowls, and other things he used. Sure, anything to get the kitchen put back together.
Thursday - Up and at 'em at 6 a.m. to get Tom layered in some cheesecloth and in the spa for his day of tanning. Dave asked me to hold off until after the 10 a.m. basting to leave the house. He was going on a Turkey Burner Ride. Oh goodie, I didn't have to leave till a civilized hour! Tom looked all tanned and crispy with a little cheesecloth all browned from the butter and wine basting sauce. Very cute! I was able to use the time to futz around with the tubeless back tire on Barney. After several inflations and rapid spinnings FINALLY the tire held air! I was pretty lucky and it was 45 minutes of riding before the tire started going flat and I had to re-inflate to get back to the car. I could see where the 'stuff' was leaking from the tire during the multiple inflations and spins. I'll call that a win and Dave said he'd put in a new application that probably the last application leaked out over the summer and with the re-inflation and spinning. Or there was a problem with the binding.
I had such a lovely ride. I was so happy to be in the woods, and have warm feet, and be on the bike, and be muddy, and have clear skies, and sun, and the best of many worlds for me. I could feel that smile I get when I bike emerging on my face. One of my co-workers sees me out on the road from time to time and says I look very happy on my bike. He also thinks this is very weird, and wonders if there is vodka in my water bottle. HA HA!!
Jax came with to MA and Gus stayed home. Gus isn't good in the car, he hates it. He was very happy to have us home and when I went to bed he curled up next to me and put his head on my shoulder. Not something he normally does. I would have preferred to leave both of them home so they could keep each other company. Somethings aren't worth fighting over, it's pointless.
Friday - Faith and I were able to run, and we went to Champlin Glacier Park. You can get a surprising amount of elevation in the teeny nature preserve. I managed 3 miles before I really needed to throw in the towel. It had been nearly two weeks since I ran, and of course, Thanksgiving dinner was sitting heavy in my gut. It was a fun run, nothing to be disappointed in, then we went to a packy and got a mix-a-six of beers I thought she and her husband would enjoy. I picked up a few things too...
Saturday - The weather was supposed to be perfect for a road ride, low 50's, sunny, barely any wind. I was so excited to be able and get out for at least an hour of riding. I stretched it into nearly 2 and then topped it off with a spectacular blow out less than a mile from home. I seriously have something wrong with my back tire. Either I'm putting in the tube wrong or there is something wrong with the tire. Taking the whole thing apart and carefully going through it with a bright light and glasses could unearth any defects in the tire or the rim. Or I'm just a buffon who can't put in a tube without it getting caught in the bead on the tire.
Gus and I went out for a hike. This was the day I was going to let him take the inner trails of Riverwood Preserve, they are hilly and after learning a friend's parents lost their boxer boy to a heart attack on Thanksgiving Day I wasn't going to deny Gus to do something he loves, while it terrifies the hell out of me when he recklessly scrambles up the ledge and then wanders to the edge, he clearly enjoys it based on the look in his eye and his nub wiggles. We heard gunshots pretty quick into our hike and Gus wasn't having any of that and took the quickest exit out of the preserve. Fortunately, he had a really good scramble up a ledge, and one where he was sort of stuck (which happens when you take the steepest route) and I had to give him a little push to get him to the top. A reminder we should embrace each day and do something that makes us happy.
Sunday - The Imaginary Husband had a 30-mile mountain bike ride between the Woody Hill Preserve and Burlingame on his schedule. I planned on going to Barn Island and exploring more. My back tire on Barney wasn't holding air well and he was going to take a look at it, probably needs more of the 'stuff' as it is tubeless. I did grab a tube and put that in my pack, just in case.... what I forgot, and found out a mile away from the car, when the tire wouldn't hold air, were tire irons. Whoops. I walked the bike back to the car. All good experiences!
|I'm nearly capable enough to ride right through these old stone walls.|
Nothing too impressive. I think I'm ready to get back to more running miles. It has been nice having knees that don't feel like hell, however, it hasn't been nice not having that freeing feeling I get from running.
"The Girl From The Train" by Irma Joubert, it is an interesting story about a young girl, 6, who jumped from a train heading to Auschwitz. Her Oma and Aunt were on the train, they did not make it off, only she and her older sister, who became very ill and died. She was adopted by a family in South Africa when she was 12. I'm not sure it is or isn't a great book or if I just haven't had enough time to think about it, it's not really grabbing me.
Found homes for all but two of the sweaters, and I'm not too keen on giving either of them away due to size issues with one and a small defect in the other. Finished another sweater and started one. From the count, in my knitting notebook, I am starting sweater #39 since I started keeping track a couple years ago.
I'm not quite ready to sort (determine what to keep with a specific project and what to give away) the yarn stash I've amassed over the years, there is more yarn than I can knit, and getting slapped in the face finding a HUGE bag of yarn hiding behind a chair in the guest room was a little overwhelming. Even if I lived to 100, I would never get through all this yarn.
I am ignoring the bags and bags of fabric, at the moment. That may just get shipped to my Aunt in IL, she will put it to good use. Quilting is her obsession.
Beth, remember, enjoy every single day.