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My life is complicated these days. So what else is new? :::shrug::: It just means I have to work a little harder at keeping my head quiet. Sometimes that's a good thing. It forces me to think hard on issues such as...
What kind of masochist cycles into the wind? I had to ask this of myself today, when I found myself fighting a headwind of about 25 mph. That's not much fun when your bike is a hybrid that pre-dates the lightweight aluminum frames (I plan to gift myself this summer with a brand new Trek hybrid with double-walled wheels, super-light aluminum/graphite frame and Shimano gears), but I love my Trek like an old friend. I've easily put a thousand miles on that bike.
Cycling into a 25 mph wind, though, that takes a special kind of dedication. It hurts like hell, and it's so frustrating to be pedaling at your normal cadence (I like between 60 and 70 RPMs) and hardly moving.
I stuck with it though, all the way to the end of the trail. And you know, the reward was I got to catch my breath, turn around, and zip back on the tailwind. It was totally worth it. :-)
This is random, but I think my favorite instruments are the oboe and the cello. Especially when they're played together. The oboe has such a friendly, sweet, warm voice, almost whimsical. The cello is a little darker, clear but throaty, sexy. They offset eachother so beautifully. I'm listening to Andreas Vollenweider's wonderful cd "Vox" and track eleven features a waltz duet with cello and oboe... it sounds like love.
More randomness... because it occurs to me that I'm a very lucky gal, to have found a person as (fundamentally) kind and as interesting and as silly as my husband, who daily reminds me that I haven't seen everything yet. We're approaching the eight-year point in our relationship, and complacency still hasn't set in. I find that amazing. Shakespeare wrote once (in some sonnet from some play which I remember imperfectly);
"This is my home of love.
I travel, I return
as easy I might from myself depart
Not from my soul
which in thy breast doth burn.
Oh, never say that I was false of heart.
For as the sun
Is daily new and old
So is my love..."
And that's all I can remember. But yeah, it's like that.
Enough! I have to get to bed. I must mail a very important package tomorrow. The "Love Wolves" are finally done (and the crowd goes wild) and I have to send them out ASAP. Some poor couple's marital bliss depends on it.
What kind of masochist cycles into the wind? I had to ask this of myself today, when I found myself fighting a headwind of about 25 mph. That's not much fun when your bike is a hybrid that pre-dates the lightweight aluminum frames (I plan to gift myself this summer with a brand new Trek hybrid with double-walled wheels, super-light aluminum/graphite frame and Shimano gears), but I love my Trek like an old friend. I've easily put a thousand miles on that bike.
Cycling into a 25 mph wind, though, that takes a special kind of dedication. It hurts like hell, and it's so frustrating to be pedaling at your normal cadence (I like between 60 and 70 RPMs) and hardly moving.
I stuck with it though, all the way to the end of the trail. And you know, the reward was I got to catch my breath, turn around, and zip back on the tailwind. It was totally worth it. :-)
This is random, but I think my favorite instruments are the oboe and the cello. Especially when they're played together. The oboe has such a friendly, sweet, warm voice, almost whimsical. The cello is a little darker, clear but throaty, sexy. They offset eachother so beautifully. I'm listening to Andreas Vollenweider's wonderful cd "Vox" and track eleven features a waltz duet with cello and oboe... it sounds like love.
More randomness... because it occurs to me that I'm a very lucky gal, to have found a person as (fundamentally) kind and as interesting and as silly as my husband, who daily reminds me that I haven't seen everything yet. We're approaching the eight-year point in our relationship, and complacency still hasn't set in. I find that amazing. Shakespeare wrote once (in some sonnet from some play which I remember imperfectly);
"This is my home of love.
I travel, I return
as easy I might from myself depart
Not from my soul
which in thy breast doth burn.
Oh, never say that I was false of heart.
For as the sun
Is daily new and old
So is my love..."
And that's all I can remember. But yeah, it's like that.
Enough! I have to get to bed. I must mail a very important package tomorrow. The "Love Wolves" are finally done (and the crowd goes wild) and I have to send them out ASAP. Some poor couple's marital bliss depends on it.
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I've totally done that! Well, not so much in the wind, but in freezing rain and snow. I was soaked and freezing. Crazy cyclists unite! ;D
...and I never would have imagined your husband with long hair...
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Yeah, Greg has real-life "stupid pretty pretty hair". :-)