The weather was incredible for an August Saturday. Sunny, clear and bright and the mercury never got more bold than 81. This has, so far, been the year of the anti-seasons. So far, there’s nothing to complain about any of it, really.
We had a nice and easy 25 mile ride today. Even with the milder August weather you have to plan ahead. I had 64 ounces of water on the bike. I had 16 ounces of electrolytes and a giant cup of chocolate milk when we got home. And I don’t hydrate enough.
I think I’d have to drink my body weight.
We visited Target, where we bought Target things like household items like frames and cat toys. Because Allie has no toys. Just ask her.
Fortunately she likes the new toy. It is a couple of pieces of vinyl wrapped around a flexible frame. It opens up to a square size, and the top has four holes in it. On two of the sides there are also holes. Inside are two toys — and we put in a few more. The cat then roots around for the bits of fur that smell like catnip and the globs of plastic that make ringing and tingling noises.
Within a few minutes she’d gotten so fixated that she was attacking her own foot. Also, it looks like a game of Feline Twister.
Why hasn’t some disreputable huckster tried to sale that yet?
We visited the grocery store, where I remain convinced the seafood counter is manned by a moonlighting Chris Isaak. He told us this particular type of Alaska salmon isn’t as fishy. We didn’t believe him when we put it on the grill later in the evening, but by the time it landed on your plate he was proved right.
I bonded with the cashier about picking and shelling purple hulled peas. It was obvious that no one listening in on that conversation had any frame of reference. Some of them were mortified.
Spent part of the evening watching NFL preseason coverage. You forget, in the offseason, that the NFL isn’t terribly exciting at all. But in August, any football will do.
The first college games are next Thursday. Everyone is counting the days.
