The alarm went off at 5:45 AM, but I didn’t feel like getting out of bed and riding. So I dozed for awhile, figured I would just ride later, then got up and drank coffee and ate toast. The rest of the family woke up a little while later, and I went for a short ride. Geyer Road is a terrible, terrible climb. I’d rather do Berry-Holt-Eleanor a thousand times. It’s not too steep, it’s not too long, but it’s just straight and at an angle that right between really steep and not really steep.

I got home, drank more coffee, showered, and we went to Touch a Truck, which was fun for awhile. Then we realized we were in a parking lot with about 50 different trucks, all of which had kids in them honking horns and turning on sirens. Even the kids were running around with their fingers in their ears. We left and ate lunch at Mo Glo and drank more coffee. $12 for a bagel with cream cheese, a bagel with cheddar cheese, spinach and apple (amazing), a tuna panini, coffee, a cup of ‘ccino, and a San Pellegrin Aranciata. I still think Matt didn’t charge us for something.

After that, the afternoon was split between yard work and preparing dinner for Stuart and Gudrun. The menu included:

* A Rush Acres chicken
* Homemade pasta (no, really)*
* Greens
* Salad

Tasty.

* Growing up, I recall many days making pasta with my grandmother. She had an old fashioned pasta maker, with massive metal drums. She would roll out pasta dough, I’d run through the machine. Her dining room would be full of noodles drying over broom sticks. The kitchen would be covered with flour.

Posted on 30 May 2009