June 9, 2009

Short and pointless story(-ies)

Sunday I lost my chain when I biked down to the corner store for some milk. Crazy. Like, I hit a bump and my chain popped off. Fortunately (1) it was after turning into a parking lot from a busy street; (2) the chain didn't jam up the cog or crank AND I didn't get thrown from my bike only to serve my neighbors some brain soup; and (3) I had a front brake to get myself stopped. Coincidentally I didn't have any tools with me (unlike usual) so I had to walk home with the bike over my shoulder. I did give the frame and chain a good cleaning when I got home and made sure the chain was as tight as possible.

Tonight we'll be eating the first meal of sugar snap ("spring") peas from the garden. The first of many. I think I might cut out a head of Romaine lettuce, also, to help counteract the disastrous health effects of the really tasty pizza we'll be eating tonight.

I've really been enjoying Leinenkugel's Classic Amber beer. Good stuff.

Today I participated in a brainstorming session with a gaggle of third-grade teachers who are developing a curriculum that focuses on a local watershed. I was invited as an "expert" environmental scientist. In fact, my name tag identified me as a "wetlands expert." Kinda fun. I was the only "expert" who stayed for the free box lunch--haha. It didn't mean much but fa'sho that will be put on my resume. Not the free lunch, but the "wetlands expert" part.

I need to give C all credit for instigating construction on what will be the bomb-est patio in all of Columbus. The project is expected to be completed before the close of Summer '09. Byah!

I'm getting fascinated with pregnancy. One of the women I was grouped with all morning is one week from exploding--err, giving birth. Crazy to think about.

Lots of work this week including what could amount to a 16 hour day trip to Kentucky. Unfortunately this means limited time for blogging and miscellaneous net-working.

Ayy let me twitter dat!

1 comment:

  1. again, gotta agree - also currently obsessed with pregnancy, but as a woman, torn between my biological need to reproduce myself and my socially conscious need to adopt, thereby not contributing directly to any unnecessary population growth and raise a child who needs a parent.

    exploding is an apt description, though. women who give birth tend to do just that.

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