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Allie and I spent part of the weekend watching the bike races:
But later she found a cable on the ground and curled up inside of it:
So now I have to leave circles everywhere, apparently.
Also, we hung out with The Mayor and her parents for a dinner party:
And I saw this at the office this morning. No idea, yet, what it is. Any guesses?
Probably some sort of drying air circulator or something like that. But I like the handles. Has a very Sean Connery-era James Bond feel to it.
And, now, three photos of a dog that exhibits none of the personality traits of his owners:
We went to the next town over for a bit of adventuring this weekend. On the way back we stopped for a quick snack. I saw this flier. Some people should just try harder:
Also, the gentleman in front of me had this shirt on:
It seems the least they could do, but be glad for it, I suppose.
If you get that deal at your grocery store where, when you buy groceries you add up points toward a gas discount, do it:
Our fortunes from dinner tonight. One of these was mine, but you’ll have to guess:
From a weekend 30-mile bike ride:
We pet-sat yesterday afternoon. He’ll be much bigger by the next time we see him:
If you need us, Allie and I are busy watching the Tour:
My folks came to town to see the new place this weekend. My step-father helped us build out our attic. We added about 100 square feet of storage space, which will be great for storing decorations and clothes and whatnot. Took us a part of one afternoon and, before long, we had the traditional ceremony of passing the first item, a pair of exterior Christmas trees, through the doorway and into a corner.
We also took them sight-seeing, and lingered in places like this:
For lunch on Sunday we went to Dat’s, a local Cajun-esque place. It is a delightful mixture of rundown and homey and the food is pretty good. The company is better. How often do you get to eat with Dean Martin?
There’s also this little cookie store in town, one of those things you probably couldn’t do anywhere but a college town. It is in an old house with uneven floors and a desperate need of dusting and a coat of paint. But! You can get cookies! Delicious, custom-ordered cookies. And they have a flowchart to help you out:
What we ordered:
Anyway, the folks were great. Lovely to have them visit. We made them to promise to come back when we knew more about the place ourselves, so we could give a proper tour. And, also, the next time they are here, we won’t build things. But my step-father loves to build things.
The Yankee and I had a nice short little ride this evening. Around the curve and down the hill we go:
There she is, ahead of me as always:
And this was right before we literally ran out of road. It became a strange ride, really. Usually you just go out and have a nice time and then come home. This time we got lost, the paved road turned into gravel. Another road turned into a closed road. Riding your bike isn’t usually frustrating, but it can be bemusing. And also, terribly attractive:
Allie stayed home while we were on our ride:
On Saturday we took a long ride. We went through downtown, alongside a creek, through a park, on roads that start with the word “Old” and to a town in the next county above us. Also, we went directly by the local driving school which seemed a dodgy proposition after you thought about it a bit. This was a 56-mile ride where we climbed 2,600 feet or 1,800, depending on which app you like.
I’ve grown skeptical of all of them, though. I think I’m going much faster than their speeds would suggest, he said, while elevating his chin and using a sidelong stare to indicate he’s joking and he’s actually quite slow on a bicycle.
We went by this on our ride. You wonder what all has been stored in there over the years, and how many kids climbed over all that stuff, and what they thought about it:
I always loved places like that as a kid. Oh, I could go climb over it now. But I’d hurt myself. And I’d be “trespassing.”
Whatever, lawman.
I think about the most random things when I am riding or running. I tell stories to myself and make up great jokes to write down and I forget all most all of them soon after. Most of them were brilliant, though. Except for my forgetfulness, which is probably just brought on by being out of breath as I ride.
Like this, I took a picture of this sign and car lot for some reason. It was hilarious in my mind. And if I could tell you the joke you’d think it was mildly amusing, too. But that was Saturday and this is Monday and I have forgotten it already:
Just look at all of those bargains!
What do you figure the point of that one part of the fire department is:
If you built that just to have the longest fireman pole slide in three counties … well, that would seem odd. And I didn’t notice it as I pedaled by — it was uphill, mind you — but that looks sort of like a watch platform or a diving board or something on the top. or perhaps it is the world’s most optimistic rain break.
Nothing fancy for the Fourth this year. It just felt like a good day to stay in. We celebrated with a patriotic and colorful dessert:
So that’ll go in the archive, which has grown quite historic. And large:
