It was a mistake to ride my bike today. Did 30 miles. Most of the first few miles felt pretty bad, but you can’t quit during the warmup. Somewhere around miles 10 through 16 — the most generally downhill section of the route — where the best part of the ride. Everything beyond that was either bad or outright miserable.
The maximum temperature today was 41, the mean was 34. At one point, as I calculated when I got home, I made my own wind chill of 26 degrees. Felt like this guy:
So that means that, between the heat index of July and the wind chill of January I’ve found myself in an 84-degree swing of temperature. In a few days, though, the temps will return to more moderate levels, and then I can struggle through another ride.
We hit Hobby Lobby this evening to round out a few framing projects. The Yankee picked up a matte for a Christmas poster. We found four frames and mattes for over the mantle. We also got a shadow box for a Christmas gift.
The matte guy had to cut our orders because they had no white 8×10 boards ready for a 5×7 print. You buy the large board, he cuts it and charges you labor. But he gave us the remainder of the board — we’d bought it after all — for the next matted project.
It wasn’t until after we left that I thought “We should have asked for the 5×7 holes. We could have had 4×6 opens cut out of them.” You know, for when you want to get really crazy with your framing projects.
Visited World Market, which was just next door and had cluttered every window with giant signs advertising furniture sales. We have a few pieces from World Market, and they’re not bad at all. And, since we’re soon going to be looking for another decorative piece of wood inside which we can store things, we thought we’d visit.
They did not have anything interesting.
So, then, the grocery store, the frozen crab. Pasta and various accompanying vegetable things were purchased. Chicken and tomatoes and artichokes were mixed with a wheat noodle in a light oil. I’d endured 30 miles on my bike, I felt no guilt in the carbohydrates.
I did not notice it was Friday the 13th until someone else remarked how they hadn’t noticed it was Friday the 13th. (I’d forgotten again by the time I was ready to publish this.) Wonder what that means?
