Reading and Riding, though, yeah.
Reading: Chapter two in Warped Passages; chapter three in The Audacity of Hope. WPs not impenetrable, though every so often her attempt to makes things transparent falls flat. TAOH is consistantly engaging -- you can hear his voice. I have to stop every so often and question it, just to keep from being seduced by its reasonability.
Riding: Now that I know why I fell off the damn bike, I'm a little more aware of what to look for -- though its still going to be weird, first time I have to get off without something to 'fall against' (which I did, intentionally, last night -- put the bike next to the workbench and then got on/got off -- and was amazed to find myself tipping over, only stopping when I hit the bench). This makes me feel creaky, I have to say -- but I do like the bike.
The marinara was okay, nothing great. Next time: puree instead of chopped tomato; more garlic, onion. And I'll add the salt and pepper, which I intentionally did not do, this time.
This morning I make two runs into the town -- one to bring my daughter to her summer drama camp, and one to pick up my mother from an appointment. Ah, this hectic life!
I"m sure you'll get the knack of dismounting your bike soon. It just takes practice. The first time I rode a bike since childhood, I found myself not brave enough to make a sharp corner .. but it's all come back to me now.
ReplyDeleteDismounting is easy....as long as you're next to something soft!
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