There was a time when I would have never believed the day would come when I could wear cycling clothes without feeling somewhat embarrassed. I mean, look at them! You look like some kind of spaceman. I was modeling myself in front of the mirror before I left this morning. There I was looking rather odd and very unsuperhero like about to go out into public. Thank goodness that cycling has received the public attention it has over the past few years. It might be more than embarrassing, it might actually be dangerous. Thanks to Lance and his ilk most folks aren't surprised by seeing grown men in Lycra. Although there was that one fellow who gawked slack jawed as we rolled by as if he had never seen anything like us. Now I have more items in my cycling wardrobe than in my work wardrobe.
After my recovery period for Covid, I went to Cullman on Monday the 8th and started catching up on the mowing and farm stuff. Pretty much everything needed mowing. The big tractor made short work on the main north fields and David helped me with the field across from the pond. The grass had grown quite long and with the two week absence, I simply started and mowed all of them. There is always some mowing to do. At least no trees had fallen. There were some indoor projects pending. A couple of shower fixtures had to be replaced. The screen door latch didn't hold and had to be improved. The old JD mower needed a bit of tuning so it would climb better and the mowing deck replaced. And the garden needed to be disked and more corn and okra planted. David should have had a shot on the groundhog at the old house but forgot to check his ammo. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. I got the conibear traps out and caught one of the groundhogs that lived by the spring. David had ...