Tag: bicycling

  • Sore

    My Darling B woke up totally knackered this morning. Or, if she wasn’t completely tired out the minute she woke up, she felt like it just moments after finishing her shower and settling onto the sofa with her morning cuppa joe. After spending close to seven hours working her garden Sunday, and maybe six or Read.

  • Smile!

    The weather’s been so absolutely gorgeous that I hopped on my bike to take a ride through town today because soon enough we’ll be hunkered down against the winter winds so long I won’t even remember what a bike ride under a warm autumn sun feels like. I haven’t been on a complete circuit of Read.

  • Lazy Sunday

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    Here it is, my last day before I start my new day job and how do I spend it? I cut up a bunch of lumber, because that’s what guys do. Not sure how much is enough to qualify as a bunch. I cut up a few odds and ends to make some doodads and Read.

  • Morning Bike Ride

    Was I supposed to do anything today? I couldn’t remember, so I made up an answer: No. Then, I rolled my bike out of the garage and went for a little ride. First, I rode a route from my house straight up Monona Drive and Atwood Avenue to Walter Street, where I could catch the Read.

  • Employable after all

    Yesterday I got the phone call I’ve been hoping for: A manager at the Department of Regulation and Licensing called to offer me the job I applied for in her section. When I interviewed for it a week and a half ago she told me they’d make a decision some time this week, so I’ve Read.

  • Pizza on a Bike Seat

    Pizza on a bike seat. Just in case you were hungry. We’ve seen plenty of oddities on the way to the farmer’s market, but every so often we see something just a notch above the usual weirdness that we have to stop, look and think about it for just a few moments longer than we Read.

  • Morning Ride

    I hit the pavement for a bike ride early this morning, before the sun had a chance to get burning hot enough to melt me like butter, and pedaled my way slowly around Lake Monona so I wouldn’t be sweating and gasping my way to the finish. I keep my bike in our garage where Read.

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