Every time I walk by the Ernie Pyle statue I can’t help but sneak a peek at the platen and type guide:
This is going to be a good story.
Tuesday
13
Sep 16
Just as a frame of reference
That feeling when you are paying $1.27 a gallon.
We do miss Publix — a great deal — but that Kroger gas card isn’t a bad consolation prize.
At 7 p.m. I drove to the house in the barely thinking about a sunset hour.
That’s not too bad, either.
30
Aug 16
Say meow
She knows her time to show off is coming later this week, and she is ready for her closeup:
That’s right, Catember is upon us once again!
I found a store here that sells Milo’s, so I have that going for me:
The IGA is across the town, in the next little wide spot on the road. You go in there and it feels like old home week, rather than being just outside of a world class research institution. Most importantly, they have Milo’s. And, also, a clever bit of signage out front. Makes it look like you’re about to walk into a ranch with a barn A-frame with an old red Airstream parked out front.
But, you see, the “own” gets under the roof. Like it is a house or a home. Thoughtful design.
On an entirely unrelated note, do you know how many gallon jugs you can carry in just your two hands? I do.
16
Aug 16
Pedal harder
We had a 26-mile ride today. I forgot to take pictures:
So that’s the front fork of the bike in the house. Anyway, four categorized climbs, and I descended at 41.9 miles per hour.
I forgot to take pictures because I snuck off the front of the group in the first neighborhood. There are two stop signs through there and I figured someone would come catch me at the second one, at least, given that it has a weird little climb involved. But when I got there, I was still alone, and then I caught a break with oncoming traffic at the next two intersections.
By then I was off the front and apparently out of sight. I figured on some of those climbs someone would catch up, but it turns out most of them had forgotten about me. I rode the entire ride out front and by myself and made it back to the starting point all alone. I’m seldom ever strong enough for a good breakaway, but I guess the timing was right and the makeup of the group was all wrong to catch me. It was a great feeling. I’ll coast on that feeling for a good while, I’m sure.
9
Aug 16
Turn right at the corn
I helped install one of these today:
Sadly it was in a classroom and not in our house. But it’ll look great in the class nevertheless. Except for the fingerprint smudges I left on it. That might sound passive-aggressive, but smudges can be cleaned, so don’t think of it that way, OK?
On our bike ride this evening:
We’ve been this way a few times now and I like this site. You hang a right and then you have the corn on your left. You go up the hill, take a big curve and a punchy little roller and then a long straight up to stop sign that means you’re almost done. It is a nice four miles and 15 minutes.
Here’s the next leg in that final stretch, where The Yankee and Stephen are pacing me home:
I think this should be a thing: Where were you the last time you heard The BoDeans?
Because you never forget Closer to Free. (Or most any of the rest of their catalog, really.)
