Another writer's block rant and open thread

The "summer without summer" continues with fall blowing in early. Sitting outside with the kiddo yesterday we found a garter snake sunning itself (and it was pretty big for a garter snake!). Despite the strong north wind, we hopped on the bike and rode up to the school where she'll be starting kindergarten in a couple of weeks. This isn't a hilly part of the country, but when you're a bit out of shape and pulling seventy pounds of nearly dead weight, even a little rise slows you down. PalKid had plenty of questions about why I was going so slow (annoying) and about what the gears do (not annoying).

We went to a local restaurant for dinner. I'm always annoyed by how overpriced it is, but the atmosphere is nice, and I had a lovely pork tenderloin with a sweet-hot sauce and a forest of broccoli. Then the three of us shared a desert. Ordering one desert with three spoons is probably one of the most enjoyable family events I can think of.

So the legs and knees are a little heavy today from the ride, but it's a righteous pain. My only regret for this weekend is that I agreed to work today. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

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Seventy Pounds? W-What the heck? I didn't reach 70 pounds until I was in eighth grade!

"My only regret for this weekend is that I agreed to work today. It seemed like a good idea at the time."
A bad idea. Learn from it!

The kiddo is under 40lbs, the trail-a-bike is about 30 (i think).

The "summer without summer" continues with fall blowing in early.

Complain to the shipping agents -- we're still having late June; the July rains never showed up, nor the August ones. Hottest summer on record. Today's high is forecast at 110F, compared to the usual low hundreds -- and it's been that way for two months.

With any luck, we'll be able to turn off the AC come October.

By D. C. Sessions (not verified) on 30 Aug 2009 #permalink