It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you…
My furnace blower stopped working last night. I got it going again a couple times by manually spinning the blower fan, and then turning the furnace back on again. This was repeated everytime the fan tried to turn back on (often). Sure I could have left the fan on but what fun would that have…
On my drives back and forth from work to home, I find myself listening to a lot of outdoorsy and travel podcasts. Many of the women being interviewed are taking on some extreme challenges, but not all. The interviewers and interviewees are usually in their 20’s or 30’s and as I listen, I’m jealous of…
Java and I went on a walk Saturday morning and found a family and their dog enjoying that last breath of summer by splashing around in the river. There are still some pretty flowers that the bees are enjoying too. After our walk, I went to Home Depot to look for a plastic tray to…
I couldn’t resist. I had to check on my worms and it’s a good thing I did. Bunches of them were crawling along the top ridge of the tub. None had gotten out but the loose fitting lid made me think it was only a matter of time. I flicked and plucked the worms to…
My sister advised me not to be like Lot’s wife and spend my time looking backwards, lest I turn into a pillar of salt. Perhaps pillar of salt was a metaphor for grief and the salty tears that sadness brings? I know I can’t get through this time without grieving, without examining my life to…
