Preparing for the big ride...

Here I am at work on another weekend. I a few minutes I will begin another adventure. I'll join some men from Georgia to ride as much of the length of the Natchez Trace as possible in my week off. We are planning to head south to Natchez where we will begin our 444 mile ride north. They arrived at my house at 5pm today and had supper with my Wife and Mother. They then lay down to take a rest for the long drive tonight. The Tennessee forecast looks like rain tomorrow and Tuesday. Later next week, forecasts call for heat indexes of 100+ . All riding will need to be over by midday or suffer. I am able to cut down on my luggage since the trip will be fewer folks than was first conceived. Dave was riding the BRAG this past week. I'll bet he'll be a really tired fellow. Tough to do two big rides like that on successive weeks. Anyway I'm down to 22 minutes till I head out.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

Spock

Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me. But I doubt my recollection of Spock will work for me again. It was the last gift from my past. Perhaps I will find another reservoir of strength.

Island Walk

I always try to help Rachael with Hubbard/Rockford if asked. They had me down for 3 days but at last minute asked for the other day. Work at Rockford is slow so working isn't hard, but not following my usual routine tired me out a bit. I still had some work I could take care of up in Cullman. Some bushhog work and other little items but the high temps held me back a bit. I did ride my bike a little and got in some of my walking in addition to some chores. Max needed to be delivered to Charlotte, SC for his drum major camp. I volunteered to take him. I was glad to be able to perform this chore for him but the long trip up and back combined with extra heavy traffic in the Atlanta are, which extended to within 30 miles of Alabama, combined to really tire me out. There had been a problem with my left rear wisdom tooth for over a year, so I decided I should get it taken care of before I wound up isolated somewhere in PEI. The extraction didn't appear to be problematic until just be...

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