Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Well, there for a few days, life was quiet and there wasn't really much to write about, then JoeF2F and I went bike riding on Saturday. It would have been nicer with more of the crowd, but Joe was great company and we're looking to expand our little group. Joe has a buddy to invite, and I had two people ask to come along next time. One was J. I've always joked that I'm not sure I want him around 7 days a week, but he's always fun to be around, and he would be good for the trip. A surprise came from Facebook. I use Map My Ride to track my bike rides and I let that one to go Facebook. The lovely woman who sang at my wedding 31 years ago said I should let her know next time I'm going out, and she would come along if she could. So, Joe, we could be 2, or we could dominate the trail.
We all have smells that we associate with growing up, and one of my favorite is the smell of roasting peanuts. Once upon a time, before Hershey bought the place, 5th Avenue candy bars were manufactured in my city, and the smell of roasting peanuts could be smelled over most of the city. I recently altered the path I take to work and now travel through Hershey, PA (speaking of Hershey) and am often greeted by that same aroma, as they roast peanuts for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. If you're salivating now, STOP IT! I'll not be responsible for your food failure. I've largely overcome the peanut butter cup cravings. It used to be that I wouldn't go into a store that carried them without buying a pack. If I said I never indulge any more, I'd be lying, and I wouldn't do that to you. Still, I can say I don't go after them nearly as often. So that really just makes peanut roasting days that much more special.
I rarely travel, and mostly when I do, we're going to visit my father-in-law. Early this week, I had the opportunity to travel to Blair County, PA (Hey Cortney-Lee) for training for work and they put us up in this very adequate motel. I was really kind of enjoying the experience. It was a little odd to have to Skype DW, and I did my Puppy Fuzz (her Evilness), but I had lots of company out of the room and a busy schedule during the work day. Getting out of the shower, I was greeted by the reflected image of this gargantuan individual. I don't have a mirror in the house that reflects the lower part of my body. It's not a decision. It's just that I don't really use them except to groom and don't need one that shows more. I've got to confess, that was one of the most awful moments I've experienced in a long time. Not that it's going to get me down. I'm more motivated than ever to work on my biggest areas. I knew where they were, I just didn't realize how much clothing hid it.
Somewhere underneath all that bulk is a fit "End of the Baby-Boom"er just waiting to mug for the cameras. I AM going to have to buy a full-length mirror, I think.