Quote of the day: I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing. I was going to skip the bike ride this morning. We moved the exercise bike from the dining room during the whole remodeling thing, and I haven't been using it much since, mostly because it involved finding a place to set up my laptop to run the bike. I decided last week enough was enough, so last Tuesday I started all over and set up the schedule for the exercise program again. I'm supposed to ride at least three times a week, with each of my planned weeks beginning on Tuesday. I didn't ride on Tuesday of last week, felt like crap on Wednesday, overslept on Thursday, forgot on Friday, but Saturday I felt a renewed sense of urgency to do something about my health, so off I rode. Sunday wasn't too hard, and by Monday, it was feeling like part of my daily routine. Tuesday was also easy to do. But this morning - this morning I felt like sleeping in. I mean, who really wants to be up at 5:30 sweating on an exercise bike? But the funny thing was, I couldn't do it. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up and rode. Guess it's a good thing. I still have this crappy creeping-crud that will not die, but I rode anyway, and on some level, I feel better.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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