Mental note: wear football cleats when taking Aunt Ruth’s trash to the dumpster, or you will become airborne at that treacherous spot by the downspout. Worse, you will spill your coffee.
I think I can blame my peanut addiction on my father-in-law, Roger. Whenever we are together late at night, he brings out the salted-in-the-shell peanuts. Now, I’m hooked and I cannot go to bed until I have had a handful. These peanuts had to stand still and pose while several of their less fortunate comrades were eaten by the artist. I might have spared them completely, but I think my children ate them later.
You Complete Me
My Claire recently asked me, “Dad, are you going to put up a drawing for the last day of Bike to Work Week?”
I told her how I had made a fifth sketch, but life had gotten away from me and I did not get around to putting if on the web. Here it is now.
You are thinking, “But Ed, why the squirrel? You hate squirrels.”
Yes, why include the cute squirrel character when everyone knows that squirrels are evil garden seed eating bird food thieves? It is true, but this squirrel does kind of fit in with some of the cycling characters I sketched last year and featured in a Facebook photo album. He is like an actor who plays really cute characters in movies, but is a total jerk in real life. You should like the sketch, and hate the species. Oh yeah, and ride your bike everywhere!
When I ride home from work with a box of flowers from the Western Horticulture Club plant sale, people smile at me. Try doing that in a car, and see how many smiles you get. No, there is just something about a geek on a bike with flowering plants that makes you smile.
When I used to ride over to Aunt Ruth’s house pulling my lawn mower behind me, I didn’t get many smiles. Mostly I saw people shooing their young children into the house. Yeah, there’s just something about a geek riding a bike while holding onto the handle of a lawnmower that makes you uneasy.
I invited some friends to Bike To Breakfast at the YMCA this morning, and they ate like birds. We got there and no one was eating. I thought, “I’ll break the plastic wrap and start the buffet line.” I ate a bagel and an orange, then a tiny muffin, a banana and another bagel with peanut butter. Altogether, my three friends only consumed three bananas and a tiny muffin. I shall not list their names, to protect them from embarrassment. You see, When a biker shows up at a buffet, the folks serving the food should feel a sense of awe at the quantities of food being consumed. As a group, I think we were not as amazing as we could have been.
Still, I really enjoyed the camaraderie, dining with friends by the bike racks. Thank you, YMCA, for feeding the bike geeks.
Some days when the weather looks rotten, or I am just short on time, I will bring my bike right into my office. Though it has never been expressly prohibited, I assumed such action would be frowned upon. But, last week, when I was sneaking out the back door with my commuter bike, who do I see parking his car, but the president of the college. Our eyes met and he smiled and waved. Was the smile painted on? Was he thinking, “Remember to fire that guy as soon as the new contract is in place”? Or was he thinking, “Hey, there’s one of my devoted followers, staying healthy and saving the planet! I should buy him lunch”? Hopefully, it was the latter. (I think “latter” means the second one…)
Riding to work is the first thing I thought of this morning when I woke. Am I a very strange man to be so excited about Bike To Work Week?