Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Dreary gray windy day today. That doesn't add to the ambiance.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
I came home and collapsed. I had to go fill my perscription which is another 40 minutes out of the way before I could come home. I stopped at the grocery store too and when I left I missed the driveway and went off the curb. Am I tired? I think so!
So I came home and sat down for a half hour, then went out to play with the dogs and take my bike to the highway and back. .8 mile...whoopie doo! But it is almost a mile! Our road was freshly graded and I was bucking a head wind. Those are my excuses and I'm sticking with them. I do need a wider seat...just a woman's saddle to get both my seat bones on the seat at once! Won't that be refreshing!
But at least I rode. Pats self on back.
I need the giggle today. The stress of the new route is starting to get to me. Please send good thoughts or prayers that I don't lose it. My biggest fear is I am going to blow up on my family. Maybe they need blowing up since they are a major part of the problem. After 16 years of doing everything around here I just cannot do it all anymore. But meanwhile the dishes are piled high, floor is dirty due to all the tracked in mud and I cannot find my kitchen table at all.
It has been hard on all of us, including my dogs. My poor "pup" Ty is totally lost. Three times he's been found down by the highway so now he is kenneled. I adopted him from the Humane Society and he's pretty good about staying around with our other dog and me since I was home all the time but with me gone 9 hours a day he is just totally lost. I hate to kennel him but since once in awhile he defies me in coming when I call him I can't be taking the time to find him before I go.
I also have a list a mile long to do before Friday. Both boys are going on 4H trips which need the paperwork done and payment in by Saturday. Friday is the deadline for my art show. I get back home from route and I have all I can do to do the farm chores without trying to remember all this stuff too.
I just want to cry...
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I had dream that I was delivering mail in the dark and slid into a fence. I got out and hand delivered the mail and then lost the car. I wandered up and down the streets looking for it until I was exhausted. Yah, I agree, how weird.
Monday, March 27, 2006
I got my women's bicycling book I ordered used from an Amazon.com seller. I read a bit before I bought the bike. I maybe jumped the gun on the bike but so be it. I have it now and will be using it to get in shape.
Ds16 put the computer on it for me so I can see mileage, speed and calories burned (as soon as I set it up, didn't want to tell him my weight, hehe). I am only interested in the mileage anyway. Now I can keep track of it. Don't get all weepy when you see "1/2 mile", hahaha!
If so it would explain the looks I get from the kids at the bike shop. They are thinking this old lady is delusional!
But I didn't let it get me down. Instead I came inside to do some laundry and sat down reading my bike magazines I picked up...mtb one and bicycling and a silent sport. I then took the dogs for a good long walk up the other way of our road which is like mud soup.
After I case mail this morning I will go order those tubes as the hardware store is only a block from the PO. I look forward to learning how to change a tube since I've never had to do it.
Meanwhile I'm going to learn me some stretches and keep walking hard.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah!
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks get set go
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
Hooda thunk in 1978 when I was a spry 16 yr. old girl living on the back of a horse that this song would resonate with me so many years later? I never liked it back then, thought Queen was...well, as they say these days, gay. But now oh baby, yah. *snicker*
It is hell being a "maverick".
Friday, March 24, 2006
The boys came home and I explained I was running to Chippewa. Ds15 wanted to drive as tomorrow he will be driving to Eau Claire for driving training. He is scheduled to take his driver's test in April and around here there is no city driving experience to be had as we are so rural. So I thought good idea, Chippewa can be a little intimidating when you have to quickly switch lanes right over the river to get to the downtown which is where we needed to go. Then there is one way streets to negotiate to get out again.
So hubby came home and I told him my plans. He looked at Benjamin and said "Why don't you just buy a new one for $89.00!" Oh the horror! I told him if I'm buying a new bike it isn't going to be an $89.00 one! Of course he doesn't know of my secret plans of riding in a citizens race this year. (insert OMG smiley here!). I told him no I'm getting myself a good one but in the meantime I want Benjamin road ready to start with while I research bikes.
So off we went, driving went well. Then we stepped into the "candy" store. OMG...the bikes. It was overwhelming! We wheeled Benjamin in and found the shop in the rear. A wild haired kid came out and looked at the bike and said "That one?". I gasped, eyes growing large at the audacity that he'd not be excited to see such a fine example of vintage history! I hugged my bike and said YES, this one...it is my b a b y. Poor kid didn't know what to think as he scrambled to correct his tone of voice. Hell kid, this bike is older than YOU! I told him I was joking and gave him my concerns, he gave me a kinda' sorta' pricelist and said they'd call in a week. Then ds, who is also a bike nut, asked about a rim for his Trek so we will be hauling that bike down when we pick Benji up.
After giving Benji a hug and kiss (just kidding) we went to fondle the eye candy. OMG, it has been many many years since I've been in a bike shop. Show me the mountain bikes! Ds was looking for his but found probably its replacement, a Trek 820. If that bike was in pink or yellow I'd have bought it on the spot! OMG, where are the pink and yellow bikes! I sat on that puppy, we hiked the seat up (I'm near 6ft tall so always had men's bikes as a teenager) and I said yah, this will do. Big fat glorious tire, short frame...damn, they need pink (or yellow).
I looked at the biking shorts and cool clothing, looked for handlebar tape as mine needs replacing. Picked up a Silent Sports magazine and headed home.
Bike talk all the way home. This time it is different for me. I've had Benji serviced before and then only rode a few times. This time though it is like a fever...I want to ride.
Anyway, the Dr. appt. went ok. BP is fine (I worry, have a background of it with my mom's side) though she had to mention my weight is up. So I explained the "diet" (which isn't a diet) I am on which is what put the weight on me. She knows the diet and thinks it is a good one for someone like me with lots of sugar addiction. I also told her of my biking plans and she could hear the enthusiasm in my voice. I told her if it wasn't for the head drugs (though I'd like to get off them and get high on life instead) I'd not even be considering a job or competition! God, what a totally different person I was just a year ago.
So it went well and I worried (as usual) for nothing.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
I loaded Benjamin into the trunk and headed off to case mail for two hours. Such fun playing find the slot with 200 addresses that mainly do not have rhyme or reason in their order. But I like it. The others are pestering me trying to get me to work even slower but I just give it back to them.
I then filled the bike's tires and headed home. After I unloaded, the dogs and I took a ride to the mailbox. Guess what? I have no brakes! And the chain keeps jumping, not off, just like it is missing or something. We rode down to the highway and back. Now to find a place that will repair and replace what needs to be done to get it back on the road.
Best news is my butt survived!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Tomorrow I will go case flats (magazines and large envelopes) in the other Post Office and when I'm done, fill Benjamin's tires since my son can't find the chuck for the air compressor. Weather has gotten pretty nasty anyway, nothing a old newbie wants to start riding in. But it is to get nice.
I bought an odometer and will put it on tomorrow also.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I have a drs. appt on Thursday which I am dreading. I've gained 9lbs since last year and all that has come in the last 2.5 months since I started the "alcoholic's" diet. It is actually one that eventually eliminates sugar and simple carbs from one's diet. It was developed for alcoholics of which my father is one, my mom is a breadaholic and I'm the one kid who has inhereted all those lovely genes and habits (of course the other kids have their issues like eating disorders and type A personality w/depression etc.). Rather than turn to drugs or alcohol my drug of choice is food and freakin' Diet Pepsi. BAH! So along with that I'm sure I'm in line for the high blood pressure, high cholesterol and diabetes just like good old Mom. Dad, who is pickled, is on no drugs whatsover but booze. Why couldn't I get those genes????
Anyway, I had panic attacks and my Dr. at the time put me on a generic form of prozac. The package says up to 6 weeks to be totally effective. In perfect form of my slower than normal body, it took me three months. But since then my whole life has changed and I haven't been this happy and productive since I was a little girl! I have gotten a job I love (mail carrier), have worked through much of the issues I had with growing up in an alcoholic family, have delved into my spirituality, am painting more than ever and have become the Mom I wanted to be! So is it good? Yes! Meanwhile the diet I am on is to eventually get me off this head drug. Most people get off of step one within a month or month and a half (eating breakfast until it is a habit) but par the usual for me, I am on my second month and it still ain't habit so will keep plugging on. So it will take me longer. So what.
Meanwhile I am searching for lesser calorie yet high protein foods for breakfast. Did you know fat free cottage cheese has more protein that the others? Now if only I could find a huge container of it like I can of the regular. I need to eat 42 grams of protein at each meal. That is A LOT. But since starting it I have no cravings, no blood sugar fluctuation. Life is good. Now I just need to get rid of this weight.
Shoot, air chuck is in hubby's truck...will have to wait until tonight.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Yesterday I went to KMart to pick up a few things. It isn't a decision taken lightly to go there since it is a half hour drive. It is the closest store of its type though, the rest being an hour away. Their bikes are all stocked ready for the frenzy of buying once the snow and ice leaves. I went over and looked at them all...remembering my most favoritest bike of all, my green five speed. Do they make 5 speeds anymore?
There is one "granny" bike there, fat seat, tires to match, fenders, the whole nine yards. Hmmm.
It would get me started wouldn't it.
Then I think to Benjamin. Would he feel abandoned?
I need another form of exercise though to break up my week. Walking the same dirt road and fields gets old and hiking in the forests is reserved for the weekends. I'm thinking biking would be nice. Too bad Helen moved away. She and I hit it off at the garden club meeting. She was looking for a trail bike companion and I told her if she'd be patient with me at first I'd go! Then she moved.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
I'm Shasta and I thought I would start my own blog after reading several others here. I find them really interesting and motivating although I don't know if I will ever ride a bike again (bicyclists). I used to love my bike because I would imagine it to be my horse since I couldn't have a real one. I still have my old steed though I don't ride it much as it is a road bike and we now live on dirt roads. It is a Schwinn from (get this) 1979! "His" name is Benjamin. Benjamin should be retired and I should get myself something for gravel, dirt and with a fat assed seat to match my own!
I will tell you though, three summers ago I was traveling to an art workshop I was taking. It was early morning, driving up and down the country back roads when I crested a hill and there it was...a gloriously green Trek racing bike, smack dab in the middle of the road! Just laying there! I jumped out and picked it up, feeling the smoothness, the lightness, taking in the beauty of such a fine gift. It had two towels wrapped around the tires and forks of which I am assuming it had been tied down. I had passed someone in a truck with furniture in the back.
It was a difficult decision as I loaded that beauty into my trunk. I turned the car around and started heading back the way the truck was going. They must have suspected something because they had pulled over a ways up. I pulled up to them and asked if it was their bike which it was.
That was my good deed for the day.