It was real pretty about a hour ago when I walked over to Stewart’s and got some milk and eggs to have with breakfast. Haven’t done eggs in a while, usually I like the carbs especially before riding in with that extra energy boost. Eggs are good for a change though.
Like so many people at this point I’m ready for spring, 🌸 though I realistically know that doesn’t really happen until May around here though we do often get warm days in March and April and by the second have of March snow is pretty rare, and doesn’t stick around for long. A week from now is the end of February, in two weeks it will be last day before the time change. 🌇 Now if we got more snow melting so the rail trail was rideable. I don’t mind a little snow or even black ice on the Rail Trail but I do have a problem with riding on rough ice, as I have a fear of breaking spokes or damaging the wheel, like last year, as my bike is my primary way around town as a sad desprate individual without a ginormous SuperDuty truck.
It looks like my parents won’t be picking me up for a visit this week, 👖🫧 so I need to figure out the laundromat thing with the buses, I mean I previously studied the schedules and I have a plan and lightweight laundry powder. I’ll just on Monday or more likely Tuesday morning at 6:30 AM catch the bus down to laundromat and then do my laundry while working on my blog, then in an hour take the 7:45 AM bus home, unload the wash and then either catch the bus downtown or ride my bike to work. 🚲 It’s better then infringing on my weekend and I’m already up pretty early most days, by 5 AM or earlier though I stumble around and work on my blog. Lot of busing it, but yeah, I don’t have said ginormous pickup truck.
But don’t you want a 20-year old Honda Civic and plastic house with a washing machine that breaks down every other week, needing replacement and landfill hauling service? 🏡 I mean that’s what the advertisers are asking me in their obnoxious ads. I mean who in their forties, who is a mid-level professional manager takes his laundry to laundromat on city bus with all the people on the pogey, don’t you know it’s so local, stops every five feet. Except apparently not right in front of laundromat. And it wastes so much time, though in the past when I did my wash, I’d take Big Red 🛻 there and drive to laundromat then drive over to Supermarket and get more food and plastic packaging and swing by to move it along, often sitting in the cab of my truck while it got done.
Maybe I am bitter that I didn’t take off Thursday or Monday to look at those ginormous trucks that get bad gas milage and have lifter issues, 🛻 but yeah that Godzilla 7.3 group has me having second thoughts. Maybe I’m okay with the Minizilla, that and do I really want a long bed? It would be such a bitch to park anywhere, including campsites. 🅿️ My buddy tells me that blown half-ton engines aren’t that bad, and they get really good gas milage ⛽, relatively speaking, as you cruise to the shopping maul watching out for the cops with their penises sticking out along the road. I guess it depends on the price, the 6.8 Minizilla maybe more then good enough for my needs. Truth is that I don’t really need, I mean want, a ginormous truck until summer when I’m traveling. Michigan looks like it will be a lot of fun.
Today is going to be about staying warm, ♨️ doing some reading, 📚 before my Hoopla returns this afternoon, and maybe going for a ride out to Wally World 🏪 to get a few groceries and supplies, including floss before the darkness comes over the land again. Then tomorrow, I guess it’s watching the snow 🌨️ fall from the sky and doing more reading and cooking. Maybe I should do another pot of pea soup. Then back to work. Then it will be March, the snow won’t likely be on the Rail Trail for too many more weeks, and I can ride both ways and get that goddamn truck and order cap. 🏕️ Then I can camp, travel, take my bottles to recycling center and have fires. 🔥I am so tired of winter at this point, but I’m glad I don’t have a truck to wash and clean the snow off.
This spring on the trail is near the John Robb lean-to. They don't horses drinking out of the spring, or actually you know what they don't want horses doing near the spring.
