Monday, August 31, 2015

I've always wanted to ride my bike up the hill

Took the opportunity to ride from Wallingford to Tinmouth VT. As in life, so on a bike; slow and steady.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Taking the numbers for granted.

What numbers do you take for granted? For some it's weight. Lucky them they can eat whatever they want and not gain weight.

For me it's being able to go out for a bike ride and put out 25 plus miles easy in less than two hours. No questions asked. Done.

And then I heard about the fat guy riding across America. His goal is to someday ride 25 miles in a day. Google him. He is real. He is riding across America.

The Changeover

With school starting comes change. Riding in the morning is limited. Not today... So I'll work some more on reclaiming the dining room. So looking forward to riding after work. A long one. Leisurely.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Where did the summer go?

It's over. The fat lady has sung the swan song. School starts today. Can't tell if the girls are happy or sad, or nervous. It would be nice if time stood still and we could all just take a breath.

Friday, August 21, 2015

What is so great about riding before dawn?

Every ride is like Christmas. As the morning unfolds you are right there receiving the gift of the new day.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Time To Reclaim The Dining Room

It's time to be finished and done with this project. Spent some time yesterday on some of the more difficult pieces only to find out they were not so bad. Art mimicking life as usual.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Chasing the Dawn

I went out for a slow ride. Take it easy, Patty, was the mantra. It worked until I hit route 126, then all biking heck broke loose. As I found myself foaming at the mouth, clipping along at 22 plus miles an hour. Having a GPS is good and bad. For now I know exactly how fast I'm going and what it takes to get achieve the next personal record.

I'm an old woman. This competitive spirit was suppose to be gone years ago. Strangely, I'm truly only competing against myself.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Have a glory of a morning!

My youngest planted morning glory seeds. They are perennials. Each and every year, from now on, I will be reminded of her and our forays into gardening. Seriously, it's the little things that matter the most.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

I'm in Carlisle

Woke up this morning after not sleeping well and thought about bagging this morning's ride. A ride I had been planning and dreaming about for three days. I said to Chris, "I've never bagged a ride before." He asked if I was bagging today and if I was riding alone. My answers: No and Yes. I got up. Got dressed. Put air in the tires and an hour plus later I'm in Carlisle on some of the prettiest cycling roads around.

Presently I'm at Fern's. A famous country store bike stop Mecca having a coffee. In a few minutes I start home. Grateful.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

And Repeat...

Yesterday's ride was equivalent to the Boston Brain Tumor Ride. Twenty five quick miles before the start of the day. Remember when 25 miles was a lot? Crazy.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Getting back on the horse

First a rest day then a busy day took me off the bike early in the morning. And as I wake up, it would be so lovely to roll over and miss a third day. Why are good habits so easy to break and bad ones, not so easy?

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

What have you learned from your children?

From my youngest, I have learned to stop rushing about. To take time to pick the flowers and bring some sunshine inside. Love. Her.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Sunday, August 09, 2015

Out of the ashes

After last weekend employment roller coaster it became very apparent in which basket I should place my eggs. The home priority. We are on a mini break. It's lovely. It's not going on Facebook.

Saturday, August 08, 2015

Garbage In

Isn't always garbage out. I planted a variety of veggies this year and what is thriving are compost squash and tomatoes. Go figure.

Monday, August 03, 2015

I quit my job.

I know shocking. I'm not a quitter. But it was time. And for the past three days, despite knowing this, I've been in a deep sadness.

This morning, facing a bike ride with my dearest friend, a ride that would not take place if I were still employed, I realized it is best to concentrate on what I have. Rather than what I no longer have.

The haves outweigh the have nots.
Moving on. Trying to. It's all on the perspective. Like the picture of the ciscada. Eyes. Front.