It’s been an interesting week and it’s only Wednesday.
I got a bunch of packages in the mail and had to bike to the Post Office to get them (which is about 2 miles away). This is a huge excursion for me, even though it isn’t that far away, because no matter which way I go I have to bike along some busy roads (which I don’t enjoy so it makes it more like work) and it’s mostly uphill (which, by definition is work. Heh heh heh… what? No-one remembers science class?).
This is unlike my morning bikeride, which is 4 times longer, but all along nice trails, so doesn’t seem like work at all. Anyway, I got some really great stuff in the mail, mostly for my business. This included: stitch markers (which I have begun to buy in bulk), because I go through them so fast, a swift (because I can no longer mooch off of my room mate), and most exciting, a tripod!!! This for me is really exciting, because I can now take videos of myself doing different techniques, which means so interesting content in the next few weeks.
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Michael came home with a fever (100.2) today, proceeded to consume dinner (which included a rather salty gravy which he should not have found delicious, but did, which tells me he’s really sick). He told me he knew he probably was running a fever today because he didn’t have seconds when someone offered him bagels, which would make me concerned. Michael rarely turns down free food. Later in the day, he was offered free cupcakes, and he didn’t feel up to eating them. That is DEFINITELY a sign that he was sick.
Now? He’s passed out on the couch. It’s down to 99.8. It’s so strange. Normally I’m the one to get sick frequently, and Michael never gets sick. This winter neither of us did, and now it’s spring and he’s the one getting sick. *knocks on wood*
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Now that Sweetness has been biking, we’ve been taking longer and longer bikerides in order to build her endurance. This is because Sweetness wants to be able to bike to my new house for a playdate. I’ve explained to her that my house is about 5 miles away, which means she’d have to bike five miles there and five miles back. I need to be comfortable with her biking ten miles, because if she gets tired on the way home, I can’t stuff her in the trailer because somebody needs to deal with her bike. The other day she rode 7! miles, and we’ve been planning some bikerides to take her longer and longer distances.
Today I come into the house, and Sweetness runs up, excited. Apparently they’ve discovered a new playground, and she wants to take me. She’s trying to give me directions (to be fair, Sweetness has an excellent sense of direction, and has gotten me places I’ve never been to before with her directing me. The only problem is, her directions are based off of well, a five year old). The directions went something like this:
“So we go by the lake, and then instead of going the place where we saw the deer, we go up that part where it was really windy. Then we go by the dead rat…”
At that point, Sweetness’s father and I loose it.
After we stopped laughing, we had to explain to her why a dead rat was not a good landmark.
