Here is the song of the week. Pretty dang awesome, or so I think.
My Sweet Lord?
Greetings from the end of student teaching. You may hold your applause until the end of this post. No really, please, its too much. Thank you. I haven't written in a while, little did I realize just how long, and there is nothing more to blame for that than the general craziness of life. Maybe now that student teaching is over with things will begin to settle down, but honestly I doubt it.
A while ago, I expressed my intention of taking up cycling as a hobby. Unlike most of my other almost hobbies I have been rather successful and consistent in pursuing this one. Just ask Bess, who was forced to go along with me just this past weekend. In fact, we met one of her little friends on a bike trail. I remember it well because he decided to take the middle of the path and force me into the mud on the side. Thank you, friend of Bess. Thank you vera much. What I've found out about cycling though, or maybe about myself, is that I love the going (You know, the wind in your hair, speeding down hills, flying past children and small animals, its all wonderful) and I hate the slowing down. But somehow I can't manage to find a route that will take me downhill both there (wherever there is) and back. At some point I always end up going up hill. Case in point, yesterday I pedaled out toward a river nearby and loved the first 40 minutes because I was flying. Even the police told me to SLOW DOWN (or maybe it was just a wave hello) when they passed. Then I turned around. Immediately I remembered why, at some point on the way, my mind had softly urged me to go ahead and turn around, and I wondered "why didn't I listen then?" Leave it to me to love things when they are fun, and then get bored with them as soon as they get tough. No depth here. Just thinking. Just expressing my likes and dislikes about my bicycle. By the way, they now know me by name at the local bicycle shop. I've decided that, as nice as it is to walk in and be greeted by name, it works out better for them than it does me as there is always a reason that I stop by there. In other words, the bike shop = Mr. Strange's money. They really are extremely nice though and if you are ever nearby, I hear they also have a store in Georgia which can be found at the following website habershambicycles.com
A couple more things....