I tried starting an order today, but the THIRD time I cut the warp off, I knew it wasn't happening.
I just couldn't get in the groove.
I took my queue from this plump and pretty girl.
Take the afternoon off.
So while I did manage to finish a shawl that I had on the Macomber upstairs, I called it a day right after lunch.
I had a bike ride in my head. A real bike ride, not a fabric cutting stay in one place bike ride.
So I hauled my bike out of the shed, but the tires were soft. I figured they would get me over to the nearest gas station, what I didn't figure on was that the AIR cost CASH, which I didn't have with me.
Can you imagine, paying for AIR??
So with a bit of an attitude, I peddled myself home, grabbed my purse, and DROVE over to KMart, where I bought myself a bicycle pump. I then went home and pumped my tires up, got my water bottle, put on my helmet (I promised DH) and off I went.
I stayed on a couple of bike trails, and rode steady for over an hour. I was hot and tired when I got home, so I know I got a workout. All on a $10 bicula, to quote my granddaughter.
You know, there is nothing quite as much fun as riding a bike. It doesn't matter how old you are.
It is just such a feeling of freedom. You don't have to overthink it. It really is pretty natural, just like when you learned in the first place.
I love that I really don't care if people think I am crazy.
It's OK, really.
It just felt so good to be outside, to be expending the effort, and feeling the burn.
I'd almost forgotten how good that can be.
I might have a case of spring fever.
These two.......not so much.