Biking

O the irony

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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Explore: Number Four

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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My second explore

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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Help me exercise

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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Health fail

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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