Went out for our weekly breakfast today to Price’s Barbecue House. The Yankee I ordered, I grabbed a table so I could find a seat safely. I’ve become very protective of my self since the injury.
I have the BLT with egg and cheese. She has a biscuit. We split an order of hashbrowns. We glance at the news, watch the people, and try to guess at the athletes that sometimes come and go.
My favorite time is after we eat. When we’re just sitting there in the quiet and slow late morning. That little part of the week is one of my favorite, and should last much longer.
After that we went to James Brothers Bikes, the local bike shop we chose to frequent because most of the people that work there are great, and none of them identify with flower power. They are great for advice and for all of the smaller things I might need to buy.
I prefer a bike shop in Homewood for maintenance, I think, because when I ask them about things, or to do things, they jump right on it.
But James Brothers is great. The Yankee bought me a trainer the other day and had to stop back by to pick up the front wheel mount. They’d been out of stock because no one buys trainers in the summer. That’s a winter activity. Or an injured activity. And since I can’t ride on the road for five or six weeks I need a new activity. Anyway, when they found out I was hurt (“He was just in here!” and I had been. I bought some chain lubricant just four days before I hurt myself.) they gave me a nice store-branded glass as a consolation prize.
(I can’t ride the trainer for several more weeks. I can rest my hand on the handlebars right now, but I can’t put any weight on it.)
So we picked up the front wheel mount and said hello. They asked about my recovery and I demonstrated my toughness by taking off the brace, which I don’t even wear anymore anyway. And then we promptly returned home, where I could sit in my chair and rest my aching shoulder for the rest of the day.
She’s keeping me company:
More of the same all weekend, too!
