Monday, May 17, 2010

Last Frost

No, we didn't have a frost but May 15th was the official last day for frost.

I was working on my book the better part of last week and then took a break. Spent some time working on the yard and getting to things around the house. (I really should have been riding more) Tomorrow I will pick up some pepper and tomato plants from a friend if things work out. I could have planted the radish and leafy vegetables earlier but will get the seeds in the ground tomorrow. And I will be getting back to my book, hoping to have finished drafts for three stories and a complete rough draft for the fourth (which will be the first) by the end of the month.

The Crystal Lake Classic was yesterday. I didn't go and, as you can see (Lily of the Valley), am lacking in biking pictures. Hope to get in a nice ride in on the mountain bike tomorrow as the days are getting really long. Maybe the ODD Tuesday Night Ride,... or not. Have to get my weight moving down again and hopefully be ready for the Sunburst Showdown mid-June. Nine Mile would be good to start with, a bit more level than Sunburst, but it's a little too far away. Went to the neighborhood meeting rather than the bicycle club meeting. The minutes aren't up yet and I haven't heard when the Wednesday Night Races start.

I saw some British cook on TV with some kind of food revolution for the United States. I guess some still haven't gotten over the Revolution of 1776. I knew the guy was completely whacked when he started ripping chocolate milk. Complaining about all the sugar in kid's diets. ...Hello!... It's the corn syrup. Myself and many others grew up fine when they really did use sugar. And don't get me started on ethanol. Corn is for roasting, drowning in melted butter and then rolling in a plate of salt.

The BBC has a business reporter that is just too chipper, outright cheery, and the one I like to listen to the most on the radio. He did a three part report on bicycles that I found very interesting. They are making bikes outs of bamboo in Africa.

Misao is still crying over our dog having been poisoned.

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