Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
For my fifth bike explore, I planned a route on actual streets that I knew existed as opposed to streets that used to exist and had been removed. How quaint. The loop of streets I picked looked safe enough on…
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Last year, if you recall, we uprooted our lives and moved 65 miles south into Angelborough in order to shorten my husband’s commute. He was spending a minimum of an hour each way driving to work. Now we’re here, and…
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After adding a category for “biking” I figured for sure I’d never bike again, but I managed to get out Saturday morning anyhow. This time, I wimped out: I consulted a map. I took the cell phone. I (sort of)…
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Sunday morning, my Patient Husband kicked me out to go biking (the only benefit of going to the late Mass: time to do things beforehand.) If you remember, last time I went through the dirt trails at the park and…
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A little over a month ago I asked for help getting me back on a bicycle, and you guys did. (Thanks!) Since then I’ve been biking three or four times a week, usually taking Kiddo#2 for the first two laps…
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Hi, I’m your weblog mistress, and I’m a couch potato. When my Patient Husband brought home his bicycle (which he still isn’t cleared to ride due to the broken elbow) I began to think it would be a good idea…
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I’m quite ready for this chapter to close. Let’s run down the last ten days in the Philangelus household: Friday: My Patient Husband comes home from work injured. It seems he was test driving a bike for commuting and managed…
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My Patient Husband said that sometime later this week, he’s going to take a walk down the street from his job over to the bicycle store. He says, “But I’m not going to buy anything. I’m pretty safe because I…
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I blame Calvin and Hobbes: my Patient Husband wants to bike to work. The reason we moved from Angeltown to Angelborough was his commute. The simple act of uprooting our lives, doubling our mortgage, throwing away a third of our…
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