We had lunch on the back porch, the three of us, sitting in the afternoon sun. Peanut butter & jelly sandwiches never tasted so good. It was a bit breezy side, welcome to spring in Flagstaff. There was a definite chill in the air, especially when one’s porch is as shaded as ours is.
What is a touch on the side of uncomfortably cold in spring will undoubtedly become that ever-sought-after comfortably cool come the dog days of summer. A worthy trade, I think. That said, we dragged our chairs out into the grass as the shadows chased us off the porch looking for those last rays of sunshine not wanting the afternoon to end.
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When you’re as fat & out of shape as I am, and I am nothing if not both, a two hour ride is a rather large commitment. And I am nothing if not committed. Well, sorta. I did manage to ride for two hours on both Saturday and Sunday last weekend. Add a pregnant wife and a two year old running around – my time is at an all time premium. It’s an old tired cliché (much like myself) to say I don’t know where the time goes.
I also managed to eat a good deal of BBQ and drink several beers. At best the riding offset the food/beer orgy. At worst – my form only degraded after that sorrowful episode and I was in better shape before the weekend even began.
Whatever. This weekend I will do my best to dig the hole even deeper. Today is my birthday; I am now thirty eight. And that’s as good a reason as any to raise the BBQ and Beer Bar a little higher.
I told my wife this morning, “Honey, we’re getting old.”
She turned to me and said, “No. You’re old. I’m still in my early thirties.”
God, I love her.by