Monday
Labor Day is typically thought of as a restful day.
For the most part, it was. There was sleeping in and sitting about, but I did a few other things, too.

I not only thought about a bike ride, I went on one. The weather was good. It was still relatively early. All the signs pointed to “Go.” I inflated the tires on Jess’ bike (Mary has my back tire) and headed out. I started off in one direction, but soon realized that the path I had expected to be able to take didn’t exist. So, I modified my plan. It was a good ride… until I was near the end. That’s when the back wheel realigned itself. It didn’t come off the frame, but shifted enough to rub the frame badly – enough so that it wasn’t easily ridable. I had to call Jess to pick me up.

Returning home, I decided to mow the lawn. It hadn’t been cut in about 10 days; it was due. A… problem/issue with mowing the lawn is mowing around the lilac bushes. Some of the branches extend into either where the lawnmower goes or where I go when using the mower. I removed some of the offending branches. By hand. (This is why I’ve been clamoring about needing a chainsaw.) My hands and arms got a few scrapes and scratches in the process – and I could still use a chainsaw/hedge trimmer to tighten up the job – but I got it done. It even reminded me of one of Morgan Freeman’s lines from Bruce Almighty about how good it feels to do work by hand.

A few hours and a shower later, it was time for poker. Tonight’s turnout was small, but we played. And it was good.

Stray Toasters

And that’s a wrap.

Namaste.