Mother Nature’s Bike Wash

I don’t mind the rain so much when the bike is sitting on the driveway and I’m looking at it from the porch. It’s actually quite peaceful.

Job’s done and I didn’t have to lift a finger. Well, maybe not. When it quits wanting to rain I will give nature a hand. Until then it’s going to stay right there.

Home Again, And Just In Time

Where did the 11 days go. I’m home again, the tent has been dried and put away again, the bags unpacked and the travel laundry done. All that’s left to do is a good wash job for theVStar. Home again, and just in time to catch up with life.

It’s baseball tournament season and I managed to get back in time to see the final games of the Battersea Bulldogs. (At least for granddaughter one, missed number two’s tournament by a week.)

This is little brother trying to decide whether or not to give up his NHL hopes for a place in the Major Leagues instead. (That’s an inside joke, as he slept all winter with his hockey sticks. Wouldn’t go to bed without them.)

Barbara, home indeed was where the heat was, and still is ... even the lake shore looks burned.