April Weekend



Lovely Lake Stepford on a damp, breezy day

Late last night I finally completed a deadline task that has been hanging over me like a black cloud for the past few weeks.  I should have had it done two weeks ago, but there’s been a lot that’s got in the way.  Although I made my best effort, the final product was not my best work and I am not happy about that.

Yesterday afternoon I took a short break and rode for about 16 miles.  The photo above is where I stopped at Squatter’s Point, down the road from Bushwood Country Club to snap a picture of Lake Stepford.  No public access for this small lake, a fact I find galling.  Nevertheless, I enjoyed the ride in the cold, damp, and occasionally drizzling wind.

When I got home, I got back to work, then spent some family time with my wife and son, and then got project finished.



My 1985 Razesa w. Sunday School stuff on the rack

Even though I slept unconscionably late yesterday morning, arising about 7:00, I made it out the door in time enough to ride to the congregational meeting place early enough to make coffee for my Sunday School class.

Something you might not know about me is that I’m an idolater – I find myself all the time looking at Craigslist ads and the inventory at www.oldbikesbelong.com for bikes I’d like to own, reading about bikes, thinking about kayaks and canoes, reading about them, and so forth.  About a week ago, I came across a Craigslist ad for a 1986 Bianchi Trofeo in almost new-old-stock condition down to the original sales slip, catalogue, and other promotional material.  Last Sunday, at church a friend and I had been talking about bikes – years ago he was an every day long-distance cyclist – and he mentioned he was going to start looking for an older road-bike.  He’d just purchased a like-new Bridgestone mountain bike, but hadn’t put it together yet.

I posted a Facebook message to my friend telling him, “Check out this bike.”  A few days later I got a call from him saying he’d purchased it and was going to pick it up Saturday.  Without really thinking about what I was saying (he lives about 20 miles distant), I said, “Dude, ride it to church to Sunday.”  And he said he thought he would do that.

Yesterday morning, he showed up with his new bike, riding on the original Michelin tires.  He’d removed the toe-clips, raised the handlebars and was still working on getting the seat adjusted correctly.  It’d taken him maybe an hour and ten minutes to ride the distance between his house and the congregational meeting place, most of it uphill.  The look on his face was one of pure, endorphin-charged joy.

Fork Formula-2 Front-Brakes Handlebars Made-in-Italy Spokes

“I tried to take it easy,” he said, “but this bike just made me go faster.”  He said it is the best bike he has ever owned and compared it very favorably to an expensive custom-built bike he had many years ago.  I got to take it for a spin, didn’t go far because the frame’s too big for me by about three centimeters and the seat’s adjusted way too high for me, but, briefly, it is the smoothest piece of machinery I’ve ever operated.  All it’s parts sing-together in rapid, clear silence.  Click on the images above for full-sized pictures – I realize only now that I never did take a picture of the entire bike – just these detail photos.



I have not been accomplishing as much this week as last. I made a list yesterday and got most of the stuff done. Made a list today and got some of it done. Had Whitecar yesterday, but today am without wheels. I haven’t walked much since Saturday. Short walk yesterday and a longish visit with some of my neighbors. Physical therapy yesterday and will again this afternoon. Wasted less time today, but have accomplished less.

This morning my mom and a cousin came by the house. My cousin is elderly, but was coming to town to do some shopping, and wanted to see our house. Then we all went over to the sitter’s house to see Seventy-Six. My cousin hasn’t seen him since his birthday, and the little guy’s hair really started to curl in earnest since then. I’m not sure my son remembered her, but he warmed up to her pretty easily. He blew her kisses when I carried him back inside the house.

Shoulder’s hurting less today than it did this past weekend. My second post-operative checkup is Thursday morning, and I will find out then when I will be allowed to drive a standard transmission automobile and return to work. My time off would have been far more enjoyable with two good arms. We’d have fewer boxes that need unpacked, a tidier garage. The cars would’ve both been washed. I could have resumed strength training.


Later on, I found myself wondering whether my parents loved me as much as I love my son. As a parent I am finding that much of my own infant amnesia reversed as I interact with my little boy. As I see him experience and explore life’s events and his environment, I am able to recall my own similar experiences.

After physical therapy, I drove out to the strip mall to see the Stepford storefront our congregation is renting. Pretty cheap, at $550.00/month. It’s next door to an out of business pet-store that I always reckoned was a front for a drug-dealer’s business. On the other side is my favorite scratch-and-dent discount grocery store. Looks like a little further down, a tattoo parlor has opened. We will certainly be ministering at ground-level, an excellent opportunity for our congregation to speak real Gospel into real-life (as opposed to country-clubland) Stepford.

Adrian, Bill-Jack, and Josh were preparing the facility.  I regretted I couldn’t help out because of my shoulder.