“Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of riding a bike”
Today has a few more clouds than yesterday, but it is still sunny and warm. I never did get out yesterday. I went out on the deck and noticed the bins there weren’t covered. Water was halfway up the insides and everything was wet. I emptied the bin and the metal barrel and left everything to dry. Last night it rained.
Every day I sleep late. Every day when I see the time, I jump out of bed as if it matters. It doesn’t. I have no plans for today except to get to that dump. My car and trunk are filled.
When I got downstairs, I turned on the TV to check what is happening in the world. Five minutes later I turned off the TV.
When I was a kid, today would have been the perfect Saturday to make a lunch, haul my bike out of the cellar and take off for the day. I seldom had a destination. It was the ride I loved. In one direction, I could bike to Weiss Dairy Farm. The cows were usually out in the field beyond the barn. They were black and white, Holstein dairy cows. If I biked in a different direction, I could easily get to the lake in the next town. I’d sometimes ride the whole circumference while other times I’d go halfway. A third direction brought me to the golf course where I’d hunt for errant balls. I’d ride a bit more, sort of a backtrack, then stop for lunch near the town hall where there were benches. I never saw anyone sitting on the benches. After lunch I’d pump as hard as I could up the giant hill at the far end of town then glide to the bottom where the pool was. I didn’t stop. I’d bike a bit more on the road alongside the reservoir then finally I’d take my route home.
I’d get home in the late afternoon and immediately put my bike in the cellar. Not to do so would invite my father’s ire. I’d watch TV then have dinner then take my Saturday bath. Bedtime was always later on Saturday. I was usually tired.
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May 16, 2020 at 6:58 pm
Hi Kat,
Today was rainy with thunderstorms and cooler. The month of May is usually our wettest of the year. I haven’t been watching the local TV news because I can’t stand to watch the daily count of the hospitalizations, deaths nor stories about drive through high school graduations and restaurants failing before our eyes. The only good thing about this pandemic is that it might help to get rid of Trump before he destroys our democracy. If so, then all those who died and suffered from Covid-19 did not die nor suffer uselessly.
Sadly, the retail industry may not survive considering the Chapter 11 filing of JC Penny, Neiman Marcus, Macy’s and other small businesses on Main Street.
Like you Saturday during the Spring months was a day to explore the world on my bike. My father always tended his mistress, our front and back lawn, all morning while I watched the kids shows on TV. My mother would make my lunch consisting of either peanut butter or bologna sandwatches on Wonder Bread. I didn’t like mixing grape jelly with the peanut butter. I still don’t like my foods touching each other on a plate. I still don’t like my foods touching each other on a plate. Then, I would head out on my bike.
By June it was too hot to ride my bike very far and instead we would spend Saturday afternoons at the neighborhood public swimming pool. My mother drove us because she didn’t trust the professional life guards.
May 16, 2020 at 7:44 pm
Hi Bob,
We had all our rain last night. Today was lovely, and even now it is still warm and pleasant. An afternoon breeze appeared and quickly disappeared. I stayed around the house. I cleaned My Little Library and all of the book covers. I also put three pairs of latex gloves, each in its own envelope, for people to take when they check out the books.
Like you, I have just stopped watching virus TV. Massachusetts and one more state are the only two still buttoned up tight. I’m tired of it, but I dislike the alternative.
It is so sad what is happening to all of these companies and businesses. Our world will be a less inviting space if this is ever over.
I am fine with peanut butter and something else sandwiches. Mostly I would choose fluff. My mother never made peanut and jelly or fluff for our school lunches. We generally had bologna.
June is sometimes warm and other times cool. It doesn’t often hit 90˚ so the summer afternoons weren’t too hot.
Okay, I’m lost. How did the professional life guards make you mother drive you to the pool?
May 17, 2020 at 3:22 am
We ave much te same weather today as we had yesterday, lots of clouds but also sunshine in between. I’ve done the laundry and should really start mowing te lawn but I just can’t build up the energy to do it 🙂 🙂
If I was around 13 or so I would most likely, if my friends were occupied with other things, bike to our summer cottage already on Friday. I’d stop at my grandmother to have coffee and most likely cinnamon buns and I’ll get some with me as well. Then I most likely would have stayed there the entire weekend and biked back, with a stop at my grandmother to get more cinnamon buns 🙂 on Sunday afternoon.
Have a great day!
Christer.
May 17, 2020 at 2:06 pm
Hi Christer,
Like you, I just have no energy even though I have done little. I need to wash the bathroom floor then go to the dump. I have been procrastinating. The laundry is in the hall in front of the cellar door. The pile is getting so large I am afraid I will have no choice but to wash the clothes.
My grandmother lived close but she wasn’t a nice person. She was also the worst cook. I doubt she baked anything. We avoided those grandparents as often as I could.
Have a wonderful day!