Again I have to thank Novidavid for a new, brilliant read. I believe my new goal will be to write things up to par with dooce. I went to see how things are with Novidavid and noted a link to her site. I think the "Now with more cowbell" line is what really caught my eye. Then I just read. And read. And read. It's good stuff. You should too.
So, yeah.
It's a vengeful Monday morning, complete with a call from the washing machine repair place informing me that the tech that was scheduled to come out suddenly has the flu and they will have to reschedule for tomorrow. After heaving a sigh of relief that I did most of the laundry at the 'Mat last night, I forced him to agree to send his guy out to our house first thing on the morrow. After all, I stayed home for this!
My butt is sore today because after months of sloth, I finally took my bike out yesterday morning. Imagine my thrill when I discovered not only a wealth of utility access roads in the desert behind the house, but an actual TRAIL! I even passed two other cyclists. Fantastic! I was only out for 30 minutes, which was plenty--for 8:30am it was grotesquely hot. Plus the aforementioned sore butt thing. It will take some time to de-sensitize the area. And a full-suspension bike is definitely on my wish list now. Here it is not a luxury, but a necessity. Gone are the smooth single track trails of hard pack and the occasional rock. Arizona is brutally rocky, sandy, and gravelly. Arizona is HARD. Woe is me the first time I take a fall. I'll miss falling on a pine cone or oak branch. When my butt is full of cactus spines I'll be crying for the rose rocks of Oklahoma. Definitely taking it slow out here.
Another interesting phenom of the Arizona desert: I was fooled into thinking that every inch of my initial path was strewn with bits of glass. Knowing that I need new tires at any rate I tried not to stress over it; it was more that I was astounded at the sheer volume of shattered glass in the middle of nowhere. And then it hit me. The rocks have quartz in them. Or something. The rocks were reflecting the morning sun! How relieved was I!
And my tip of the day for you? Go see Shaun of the Dead. Easily one of the funniest movies I've seen in ages. Clever clever. Those crazy brits, you know. And if you are a fan of The Office, you'll see some familiar faces. ;)
Since I don't have to sit around all day waiting for the washer fixer guy, I think I'll get busy looking for a job and playing happy homemaker.
Bye now
1 comment:
I come round here to see what informative and observant things you have on offer, and what do I find? Eh?
1. You've been out looking at rocks. Good. Tell us more about rocks. I'm sure there's stuff to tell. I half suspect that rocks are more minutely fascinating than, say, things I've found on the pavement.
2. You want a spongy bike. I'm not sure that's a good idea. Why not just get a spongy seat? Much cheaper, and you'll still have nice crisp handling on the bike. Gel seats? A big ol' butt ugly seat like we used to have on 3-speeds? Comfy like a tractor seat. And those padded lycra shorts help too.
3. You've been sedooced. Get back to me on this in 2 or 3 weeks. It's not the kind of writing I aim for. What kind of par are you talking about? Tell us why. What it does for you. This would be an interesting topic. Maybe then we can form a scouting party for writers of note.
Yeah. Good post.
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