Note To Future Self

“Bo-Bo”

“That’s your knee. Knees are like elbows, but on your legs”.

“Bo-Bo”

“That’s your wrist.”

It was gorgeous this weekend, so the GB and I did a little 100 Miles of Nowhere in the backyard. By little, I mean it was really the 200 ft of nowhere.

Unfortunately, our staff photographer was in movie mode. So I have only this scant evidence (16MB), in finest Patterson-Gimlin style.

Thanks to a generous grant from the grandparental sports and recreation fund, the bean sprout has her first set of wheels.

And not just any wheels, but poncy, design-tastic wheels. What? You want more nauseating buzzwords? It’s also eco-green-wooden-sustainable, FSC and Flash-tastic (and yet, somehow still made in China). Oh, and low VOC. I think. Everyone knows sustainably grown wooden bikes are the future of bike snobbery.

Sadly, early trials were interrupted by a drivetrain failure.

At Anna’s suggestion, I filmed the assembly procedure. At 18 minutes long, it was quite boring, so I’ve posted a version in accel-o-vision.

Tomorrow: Intervals in zone 3 (whatever the heck that means)

p.s. Yes, I’ve already put her name on Matt’s build queue. It might be ready by graduation!

Another dreary June, another Sir Edmund Hillary Day. We decided to celebrate with a visit to the wild, wet West Coast.

There was bush-bashing

and waterfall watching

beach browsing

and tussock tromping

and eating lots of sometimes foods.

Key lesson learned?

“Wow” cannot be overused.

Fin.