It’s that time of the week – to record some pleasantly random thoughts for the Pleasantly Random Blog Carnival over at Duane Scott’s place.
I’ve been doing more biking this week – sometimes in the mornings before work and sometimes after. The weather has been greatly cooperating – St. Louis seems to get a few days of unbelievably cool weather at the end of June and then – POW! – time to sweat buckets for July 4th.
We have no plans for the July 4th weekend. None. Zero. Zip. Nada. Yay!
My dog turns 14 on Saturday. We got him when our youngest was in third grade. Our youngest just graduated from college.
I’ve been reading Forget Me Not by Vickie Hinze. I received the book in a giveaway by leaving a comment on a blog, and my name was selected. It’s a suspense/mystery with what is beginning to look like more than a dash of romance. It’s also one of those hard-to-put-down-because-I-need-to see-what-happens- next-type of books.
I’ve got five books that I’ve read that are sitting patiently, waiting for me to write the reviews.
I’ve been tweeting a lot about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. I grew up in New Orleans, spent many a day on the beach on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, and took several vacations (as a child and an adult) to places like Gulf Shores and Orange Beach, Alabama, and Pensacola and Destin, Florida. So far, the federal government and BP between them are proving that large organizations cannot handle disaster response. But Vice President Biden did manage to get in a photo opp in the Gulf Wednesday, so the day wasn’t entirely a loss. A spill cleanup worker who’d been in Gulf Shores quit her job after being told to clean only the visible contamination on the beaches.
I’ve already gotten two grandbaby fixes this week, and it’s only Wednesday. Monday night we babysat and last night we were all at a birthday party for a dear friend of ours and our son’s. The friend’s husband had arranged and pulled off a major surprise.
I got yelled at the other day on my way to work. A driver starting drifting into my lane, getting dangerously close. I hit the horn and she swerved back into her lane – and then proceeded to yell at me while she pointed to her cell phone. She was trying to call or text someone, and she was mad that I had interrupted her. I’m becoming a major fan of banning cell phone use while driving. It can be really bad if you’re bicycling. Car drivers don’t usually see you anyway, and using a cell phone while driving virtually guarantees they won’t see a bicyclist or a pedestrian until after they hit them.
This morning, I’m up early enough to do a bike ride. So, on to breakfast, then to Grant’s Trail, a former train line that starts about 1.5 miles from my house. Roundtrip is just under 20 miles. I’ve been thinking about a blog post entitled “The Community of the Early Morning Trail,” followed by “The Community of the Early Evening Trail.” Trail users are very different at these two times of the day.