Finally, Some Sleep

We were finally able to get some uninterrupted sleep last night. The previous 2 nights we were awakened by window-rattling thunderstorm between 2am and 3am. While I enjoy a good storm, it was literally tiresome to wake up and wonder if the tree in the front yard was going to topple over on the house. Woke up this morning to glorious weather - cloudless 60 degrees, north breeze and NO HUMIDITY. TOYH has been trying to paint The Madster's room, and the dampness in the air has slowed the process way down. It's supposed to be nice through the long weekend, so hopefully we'll be able to get work done around the house and garden.

The cool, dry mornings are indescribably nice for biking. I felt chilled at the beginning of my commute wearing just a tee-shirt and shorts, but after a few minutes of riding, it felt great. I was able to play good Samaritan this morning on my ride. I try to make it a point to ask any biker who is pulled over if he/she needs any help. Today, I asked a fellow on the Greenway if he needed anything, and he said, "Do you have a pump?" Sure enough I did. We aired up his tire and we were on our way. I thought for sure I heard hissing from his tire, but he said he would be o.k. And he was. He didn't flat out again. I fell in behind him for the rest of the ride on the Greenway and then across the Lake St. Marshall Ave bridge. On the flats, he was booking along at about 20mph and I was able to keep up with him. When we got to the hill on Marshall up from the river bridge he slowed way down. Weird. I probably out weighed him by 50 pounds plus I had a 15 pound pannier on my rack. He was on a stripped down road bike all decked out in racing garb. Being that I was filled with so much goodwill after lending him my pump, I decided not to humiliate him by flying past him up the hill. If he had been a jerk, I would have absolutely no problem moving my old, fat body up a hill faster than a weenie, roadie poseur.

Tonight is the open house for The Madster and 'Nika's school. TOYH and I are very keen on meeting The Madster's new teachers since the exodus of 3 (at least) of the Gang of Four from last spring. I hope they'll be able to pull it together. 7th and 8th grade were so important for KyKy, and we don't want the other two to miss out.