Something you never forget

How to ride a bike, or so they say.

I appear to have forgotten, but I began relearning yesterday, actually.  Yesterday was OOTNDITHOD and I was pretty sure I was going to ride my bicycle.  I knew that it wasn't quite ready so I headed out early enough to get it ready and still get in a shortish ride.  Turns out the bicycle was a bit more not quite ready than I anticipated.  Quite a bit more.

I spent most of the afternoon hanging out at my open garage door wrestling with tires and tubes.

But today I WAS ready.

The nearby tulip yard was in nearly full bloom.

That woman in the picture was not just randomly walking in the street (with a sidewalk on the other side of the street).  She was the model for a photographer with a tripod and a real camera shooting a tulip portrait.  I asked the photographer if she would mind if I used her model and she said OK.

Here is the final result of the often last season photographed blue tarp house.  The repair and substantial upstairs remodel were completed over the winter.

That's not when I would have done it.

They got new vinyl siding and a big towards the rear of the house expansion as part of the deal.

As for the bicycling I rode a little bit farther than I expected.  And it was hard.  Especially early in the season, it is supposed to be hard.

I finished last season with 22,998 miles on FirstLOOK.  I know, so close.

And yet so far.

Today I stretched that mileage far enough beyond 23,000 to reduce the possibility of measurement error.  I have officially ridden that bicycle more thatn 23,000 miles.  A lot.

Perhaps 25,000 should be my goal for this season, that would round out to about once around the Earth, that seems like it would be pretty nice.

I got home and was making macaroni and cheese.  Regulars will know that my macaroni and cheese is really macaroni and eggs with some cheese melted into it.  And dill, lots of dill.

I was cracking some eggs.  I always purchase jumbo eggs, the largest size.  I think this is because I once read somewhere that the lowest price per ounce is jumbo eggs.

Anyway with jumbo eggs you get some double yolks.  I always exclaim "twins" to anyone else in the house and continue on.  This is the result after the fifth egg was cracked.  I had already had "twins", the smaller double on the lower right.

That's number five on the top left which I am going to label "triplets", a first for me.

And here's a couple of new things at my house.

And my lens cap, of course.

Everyone is invited to guess the significance of those two things.