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Jul. 24th, 2006 10:42 am1. Home sick. Nothing big, just a cold. I have a sexy, husky voice and a not-so-sexy wet cough. Also an intermittent sore throat and some sinus pressure that keeps threatening to give me a headache, but so far, not yet.
2. New boots for my birthday! Pics soon. Thank you, sweetie! I managed to pick out the same pair that
black_pearl_10 chose for himself a few months ago. Much teasing has ensued.
3. I spent Saturday morning in the church parking lot around the corner, learning how to ride a bike again. I had to shoo both the lads so they wouldn't watch me make a fool of myself (well, they watched from the kitchen window anyway, but I couldn't see them up there). Thank you for preserving my fragile dignity, guys.
The groundskeeper of the church didn't get the memo, though, and felt compelled to offer advice at one point. Through simple English ("no leg") and hand gestures, he gave what turned out to be very good advice indeed: don't pedal, just push off and coast for a while.
I'm not ready for prime time yet, but I think I'm ready for people to actually see me on a bike again. I just need to learn how to turn right, and to stop...
I also have the most amazing set of bruises on my right calf from where I kept running into the pedal. I am not kidding. It looks like somebody beat me with a stick. I thought I'd have just a daintly little purple mark or two, but no. Continents of burst blood vessels, I tell you.
4. Yummy Sunday dinner! Corn and shrimp soup, pork tenderloin, watermelon and lemon mousse (the latter was
wild_irises' contribution). Now all the corn is now either eaten up or in the freezer.
5. Yummy Sunday lunch! Sliced figs and crumbled goat cheese on a warmed pita, drizzled with honey and sprinkled with thyme (harvested from our porch!). Makes me kinda wish we had a fig tree.
2. New boots for my birthday! Pics soon. Thank you, sweetie! I managed to pick out the same pair that
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3. I spent Saturday morning in the church parking lot around the corner, learning how to ride a bike again. I had to shoo both the lads so they wouldn't watch me make a fool of myself (well, they watched from the kitchen window anyway, but I couldn't see them up there). Thank you for preserving my fragile dignity, guys.
The groundskeeper of the church didn't get the memo, though, and felt compelled to offer advice at one point. Through simple English ("no leg") and hand gestures, he gave what turned out to be very good advice indeed: don't pedal, just push off and coast for a while.
I'm not ready for prime time yet, but I think I'm ready for people to actually see me on a bike again. I just need to learn how to turn right, and to stop...
I also have the most amazing set of bruises on my right calf from where I kept running into the pedal. I am not kidding. It looks like somebody beat me with a stick. I thought I'd have just a daintly little purple mark or two, but no. Continents of burst blood vessels, I tell you.
4. Yummy Sunday dinner! Corn and shrimp soup, pork tenderloin, watermelon and lemon mousse (the latter was
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5. Yummy Sunday lunch! Sliced figs and crumbled goat cheese on a warmed pita, drizzled with honey and sprinkled with thyme (harvested from our porch!). Makes me kinda wish we had a fig tree.