Seems like I say the same thing every weekend, but it’s true. At this rate though, I will miss all of black fly season, though the deer fly have a few more weeks as they dominate the woods.

The skies just started to pouring around 3:30 PM and rained until around 6 PM last night.  Despite my better wisdom, I rode my bike to work yesterday and subsequently rode down to the DEC Building downtown at 5 PM, getting fairly wet. The bus driver waved me on to bring the bike on the bus but I ended up putting it on front, helping to blast off most of the mud off the bike. Got home, and I was pretty tired.

I want to head to Walmart and stock up on several things before the crowds this morning. In particular I need eggs, flour, bike chain lube, contact solution, frozen veggies. I just get the big 18-pack of Styrofoam commodity eggs, the package I’m sure burns black when tossed in with the rest of burnables. I don’t like to think of it as trash but big flames and fun. Some day I’ll have my own chickens but I’m not going to pay extra for Woke-branded Eggs when the cheap ones have just as much protein and nutrients and the Styrofoam burns fine – just don’t tell a liberal that you’re not planning to woke recycle it.

Thinking later on I might go up to Thacher Park on the Nature Bus just to hang out there for a couple of hours before heading back home. It’s free, something to do, might ride around a bit, check out the crazy amount of water going over Paint Mine Falls, do some reading, etc. And just enjoy the scenery as the rain pulls off.

Maybe next weekend I’ll get out of town, but I don’t really know. I have been thinking about a quick weekend trip to the Green Mountains but I really don’t necessarily want to drive NY 7 on Friday the 13th. Plus that weekend even without the dark overtones is often the worse of the year for severe thunderstorms and even tornadoes. I remember a few years hitting incredibly bad weather driving the Great Western Turnpike. Plus the following weekend is Juneteenth and I am thinking of heading up to the Potholers for that. Leave early on Juneteenth, hit up For the Love of Bacon and then float all day, have a good fire, but only stay three nights so I won’t need a camping permit.