Yet another event for Saturday: today's paper says it will be Free Comic Book Day at Chimp's. That one runs all day, so I could go back in the afternoon. I think the latest of the other events is the Grace College craft fair, which ends at three.
I'm making a whole cake instead of half a recipe this year, and that will use up the last grain of a four-pound bag of sugar. It's Our Family sugar, so we must have bought it at Martin's when we were shut in for Covid in 2020.
The Eastern Star event at the fairgrounds also ends at three. I could take in Chimp's on the way back from that -- and then go to Kroger and buy sugar.
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Cool! While cleaning up after putting the cake into the oven, two previously-unacquainted neurons connected and I tried my one-egg griddle on my onion-sauce skillet. It's a perfect lid.
7:45
There are at least nine buzzards on the beach. This makes me wildly curious, but I don't want to scare them off.
Dave has another appointment tomorrow.
Weather Underground still says that Saturday will be a good day for a ride. It also says that it will be my last chance for at least a week. I'd better climb all the stairs in the church next Sunday.
The cake is delicioius. I put it into sandwich bags and froze it while my breakfast potatoes were frying. Then I put half a pint of crumbs into a jar on the table.
I've been complaining about the lack of a grocery on the west side of town, so I got all excited when I read in the paper that a grocery at 400 S. Buffalo had been granted a liquor license.
So I looked it up on Google Maps. It's the Marathon station.
I saw buzzards down by the lake every time I looked out today.
The flower pods and the leaf pods have stopped falling -- but this morning I rubbed both feet with a wet washrag, rubbed one foot with palm oil and put a sock on it -- and found a cottonwood pod on the other foot.
Dave said "They're everywhere!"
At least it was dried up enough to come off with a wet rag.
I went to Warsaw twice and Corridor Drive once on Saturday. I haven't added up the miles yet. Probably *not* twenty-five.
I went to see the anniversary party at the Habitat for Humanity thrift shop, then rode to the end of Corridor because I won't be back that way. There was construction going on, so there might be something to see next year.
I came back soaked in sweat, and had to wash everything I wore.
We are in for three days of rain, so I'm taking the bike in for service today. I hope there aren't too many bikes in line ahead of mine.
There are still buzzards on the beach. One morning I was quite certain that they had spent the night in our willow tree.
Before leaving the bike at the Trailhouse, I went to the library, where I returned my books and freshened my library card.
There was a cute little battery-powered motorcycle parked in front of the Trailhouse. It had pedals, but I'd really hate to have to pedal something that heavy. I think that the pedals on "e-bikes" are actually speed controls. And being able to move the feet around would keep sitting still from touching off one's sciatica. It was gone when I left.
Inside, there was a tricycle that put me in mind of a semi-trailer. It had tires as wide as the motorcycle. I think, in retrospect. The comparison didn't occur to me at the time. The captain's chair completely concealed the stoker's standard saddle when I first caught sight of it, so the extra length of a tandem contributed to the big-truck impression. The captain's pedals were so wide and long that at first glance I thought they were treadles.
Just DuckDucked "FreedomConcepts". As I'd suspected, the tandem is for a cripple and an able-bodied escort.
Ah! I was wondering where the predicted rain was. It's here.
The bikes may be designed for cripples, but the Web site isn't. Spidery-thin small white letters on a glowing medium-blue ground. Thank goodness for ctl-+
And enlarging the type reveals that they claim to design for visual impairment.
I must see what that is. The usual adaptation for visual impairment is for the blind person to stoke a standard tandem.
The ET2611 is stoker-steered. Also has a mirror to allow the stoker to monitor the captain. It looks lighter than the truck I saw in the show room, and lacks the integral luggage basket. On reading further, I see that it's a parent-and-child bike.
The Web site has no search function, and "tandem" isn't on the menu.
On the walk home from the bike shop, I had to explain my mirror to a small boy. I hope the questions I answered were the ones he asked! With the imprecise speech of the very young, me being twice as tall, and, I suspect, the loss of higher frequencies in my ears, I wasn't always sure of what he'd said.
I found out why I couldn't find the Grace College Craft Fair. It was the Grace Village Craft Fair.
Didn't have enough time to go anyway. I left the Eastern Star show at two-twenty, and it closed at three.
Dave is re-boxing the sea shells, and we are going to put them back up in the attic.
I started work on the garden today.
Dave cleaned the garage.
The winter onions are going to seed, and I haven't thinned even one clump of the row. I'll thin them in August, when they have bulbs at the base. I throw away a *lot* of plant to get a shallot-size bulb, but they are good.
There are still scallions in places where onions shouldn't be, and I'd be picking multiplier scallions by now if I had planted them on time. I've already started using the winter-onion seed — I cut off the flower-bud looking things and chop up the green vines inside. (And also those that have escaped to the outside.)
The last time I chopped up the contents of seed buds, there were tiny bulbils, which I also chopped.
I've been making dip of yogurt, winter onion, mini-sweet pepper, garlic leaves, salt, and shredded parmisan.
Dr. Crevecoeur had thought today would be our last trip to Fort Wayne, but we haven't been exposing the donor site enough, so we're going back in three weeks.
I took the bike to the shop last Monday; it will be done tomorrow or the next day.
Last Saturday, I drove to the fairgrounds market, then to the library parking lot and walked to the courthouse market. The Mexican restaurant west of the library is gone. The shoe-repair shop is still there.
Then I went into the library and spent rather too much time at the book sale. When I got home, I rode the flatfoot to the ice rink to buy empanadas for lunch, but the empanada bakers didn't show or maybe had sold out and gone home, so I bought a breakfast-meat burrito at the Indian place.
I got eggs and radishes at the fairgrounds, but nothing at the courthouse.
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