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Allie is settling in just fine. She’ll have a routine down in a few days and all will be right in her world. I believe I stress more about her stress than she ever actually gets stressed.
Plus she has her yirt:
Also, we tried the local barbecue place tonight:
It will suffice.
Anyway, back to cleaning and settling.
Two roads diverged on a paved path and I — I took the one that went up.
Well it went up a little.
We were riding bikes, obviously:
This is in Columbus, on the Chattahoochee Riverwalk:
You are standing here on a bridge across the river. On your left is Alabama. On your right is Georgia. Not pictured are two guys, one on a kayak and another on a paddle board. I just assume they were the Georgia Coast Guard:
My biscuit and gravy from Plucked Up Chicken. I miss it already:
Now, as I’ve said here before, go get yourself some lightly breaded chicken and some spicy pineapple marmalade. Put it on a fresh biscuit:
There was a Game of Thrones party last night. There were costumes. Those are staying in the private collection — but the group managed a great beheading shot. Also, there were snacks:
A little more detail on Ned Stark’s head:
Baked goods are coming. Inside, he was a cupcake:
We went back to Columbus today for another bike ride (that’s about 150 miles in the last week) with Matt the former grad student. He’s getting married in the fall and continuing his studies in South Carolina.
We’ll get maybe another ride or two in with him before he goes, but no more Plucked Up, sadly.
What we did this weekend:
Well, what she did:
This was a short race. I’m not fast enough for the short races. Instead of swimming and riding and running, I volunteered. My job involved standing in the road, stopping traffic and directing runners. I stood just down from these trees, listened to the breeze and yelled “Run to me! Run to me!” a lot.
Then we went here:
For these:
I recommend these two:
(The best thing about square doughnuts is that you get four extra bites.)
We got in about 60 miles on the bikes this weekend. We went over to Columbus on Saturday, a beautiful, warm day, to ride the bulk of it. Here is the Riverwalk:
You have to time this right so you can either avoid, or run into, the maximum amount of pedestrians. Your windows are narrow over there. But look at that sky!
I thought I would take a selfie. And I did, but this one turned out even cooler:
I guess I pressed the shutter button before the sensor compensated for the light. That white background is not Photoshopped, that’s just the way it turned out.
My Specialized and the Chattahoochee:
Really we go over to Columbus to ride for the late breakfast after. Can we talk food for a second? Let’s talk food for a second. As a baby, I gave up the bottle relatively quickly. And — being raised in the deep, deep, deeeeep South — I was probably weened on biscuits and gravy. So understand: I have a frame of reference here. Plucked Up Chicken & Biscuits has the best gravy biscuit I’ve ever tasted:
And I’m from the South, of course, so I know which I speak here. Also, someone thought it’d be a good idea to lightly batter some tender chicken and then put it in a spicy pineapple marmalade. This was a good idea:
Go have some. Seriously. It’ll change your day.
Today’s roses at home:
They just bloom and bloom and require nothing of us. Pretty incredible.
Took a carload, and I do mean a car full, of stuff to Goodwill today. A nice lady came out with two giant bins and helped me pull stuff out of the car and then into their storefront. She told me stories of things she has found in the donations they receive. You wouldn’t want to believe them, really. But then she also noticed a pair of cufflinks that she was pretty sure I didn’t want to donate. And she was correct.
She thanked me and told me to bring the rest — because there’s more to donate — and then gave me the tax forms that I tried to avoid and then literature:
That trip thinned out two closets and some stuff from the attic and garage.
Later there was baseball, which has become an event more about people and friends than the game itself. And, also, peanuts:
You don’t see as many three-kernel peanuts as you used to, you think. But then you remember, oh that’s about varieties. And when you get the three-kernel prize out of a giant bag of Virginia peanuts. Or maybe runners. Hard to tell.
