Another Weekend in the Books
The weather critters predicted rain for the weekend, but apart from a passing thundershower last evening that was all sound and fury but no actual rain in my neighborhood, it was quite nice. It was even warm enough to ride sans pullover. This morning I brought the 3-speed down from the attic, and took down to the path for the first time this year. Good fun. Well except for the tyke on a bike who I almost ran into when she turned across my side of the path and stopped right in front of me. I was able to brake in time (a near thing considering the 40 year-old brake technology on the 3-speed), so no harm done apart from some heart palpitations. When I gently admonished her to be more careful, I felt very much like the Grinch talking to Mary Lou Who, who was no more than two.
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I spent part of the weekend trying to bring a little order to the attic. It's remarkable how the space opens up when you break down and remove all the empty computer and Amazon boxes. I also brought down the last of the old clothes that I had up there to sort through. Some will go to the Salvation Army, some will become staining rags, and some now fit again, so that's ego boosting. Among the treasures found was the "Weicker in '82" t-shirt given me by Lowell Weicker himself at the 1982 Clinton, CT, Bluefish Festival parade. It went into the rag pile*.
* I actually wore that shirt a lot when I was in grad school, but it is now terribly ratty and still a size too small even for my smaller self.
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I spent part of the weekend trying to bring a little order to the attic. It's remarkable how the space opens up when you break down and remove all the empty computer and Amazon boxes. I also brought down the last of the old clothes that I had up there to sort through. Some will go to the Salvation Army, some will become staining rags, and some now fit again, so that's ego boosting. Among the treasures found was the "Weicker in '82" t-shirt given me by Lowell Weicker himself at the 1982 Clinton, CT, Bluefish Festival parade. It went into the rag pile*.
* I actually wore that shirt a lot when I was in grad school, but it is now terribly ratty and still a size too small even for my smaller self.