Pushing the envelope

Yesterday I tried a very hard ride. Since there was a threat of rain, Bev bagged the ride and I did it with Paul and Chris. Since I was feeling better, I asked them to push the pace as we came back into Fayetteville. Paul and Chris paced it up to 31 mph before I had to bail out. Now today I am having some discomfort. I didn't get to ride today because it rained all morning. I used the time to paint more of our living room/dining room. There remains much to be done but it looks like I'll get the walls and ceiling done before the Castleberry reunion. It will look pretty good anyway. But all that work has added up to make me really tired. I am looking forward to my bed tonight. Tomorrow, I am hoping for a 2 hour window to get in some more exercise. In addition to getting the painting done, I repaired my wheel for my bike, installed the clip-less pedals on Bev's little bike, and replaced those Campagnolo hoods for her.

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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