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Saturday Jan 12, 2019 #
10 AM
Note
Wonderful visit chez Valerie (and Roger and Pepper and DD). Hadn't seen her for quite a while since I haven't been going to O' meets, though I've noticed that she's been injured and keeps going to lots of O' meets. Maybe I need to rethink the situation.
Anyway, the beagles were great, Valerie was delightful as always, and then Roger appeared and wanted to know if I was satisfied with the OUSA financial info that was being presented, and I'm thinking, Roger is a serious AP lurker? But nope, Valerie just occasionally sends him things he might be interested in.
So we're talking about OUSA stuff, and Roger's got his opinions, and he's pretty outspoken about them. Understand that my experience with him in the past had me thinking he was very reserved. So this was a new Roger, well, new to me, and of course the key thing -- he was making good sense.
So give us a day and we'd straighten things out, except both of us are well into our 70s, actually he got a 6-month head start on me, and neither of us needs to be dealing with OUSA problems at this point of our lives. But that doesn't mean we can't bitch... :-)
So a couple of hours went by in no time at all, such a pleasure.
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And then, since we were not far away, visited the neighborhood in Arlington where Gail grew up -- the house her dad built, where different friends lived, the walk to elementary school, and the busy road where she was a crossing guard in the 6th grade. Still trying to imagine the latter.
Anyway, the beagles were great, Valerie was delightful as always, and then Roger appeared and wanted to know if I was satisfied with the OUSA financial info that was being presented, and I'm thinking, Roger is a serious AP lurker? But nope, Valerie just occasionally sends him things he might be interested in.
So we're talking about OUSA stuff, and Roger's got his opinions, and he's pretty outspoken about them. Understand that my experience with him in the past had me thinking he was very reserved. So this was a new Roger, well, new to me, and of course the key thing -- he was making good sense.
So give us a day and we'd straighten things out, except both of us are well into our 70s, actually he got a 6-month head start on me, and neither of us needs to be dealing with OUSA problems at this point of our lives. But that doesn't mean we can't bitch... :-)
So a couple of hours went by in no time at all, such a pleasure.
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And then, since we were not far away, visited the neighborhood in Arlington where Gail grew up -- the house her dad built, where different friends lived, the walk to elementary school, and the busy road where she was a crossing guard in the 6th grade. Still trying to imagine the latter.
2 PM
biking - dark blue bike 1:21:32 20.13 mi (4:03 / mi) +609ft 3:56 / mi
ahr:140 max:164
And then back to Kissy's in Reston, where we are spending a couple of nights. Enough time to get a ride in. By the time I had changed it had started to snow, but I figured I might as well start out.
Headed over to the W&OD bike path, real close to her place, and headed west. After a couple of miles the snow eased up, just a few flurries (and so far it wasn't sticking). And the sky looked a little lighter. So I just kept going. Reached Mona's Lebanese Cafe at about 8 miles, as far west as I'd made it a year ago. Thought making 10 miles, or 20 for the round trip, was a reasonable goal.
Got out to 10, and there was a sign right there. I thought it should say "10 miles from Kissy's" but instead it said "Old Ox Brewery" -- not a bad second choice. Turned around, heading back to Reston, contemplating the options involving Kissy, biking, the Old Ox Brewery, and probably the need for Uber.
Eventually back at Kissy's, having put out a pretty hard effort again. Snowing lightly again. A couple of guys were standing outside the garage of her neighbor's house. We exchanged a few comments about what a fine day it was for a bike ride, and then I did the usual disassembly of the bike, off with the front wheel and the seat, so it would fit in the car better. Meanwhile they'd wandered over. Each was drinking a beer, and the next thing I knew a third beer appeared and was offered to me. How could I refuse?
And we chat some more. One's her next-door neighbor, one lives across the street. Do they know her? Nope. Oh, she's wonderful.
And then, because why not, I suggest they need to get acquainted.
Which happens.
And old anti-social me has introduced Kissy to two of her neighbors. And I'm laughing, and she's actually not ready to kill me. Even if her next-door neighbor is a neat freak when it comes to leaves, and she, well, the leaves look real nice just where they fall.
Did I say we're having a fine time here? :-)
Headed over to the W&OD bike path, real close to her place, and headed west. After a couple of miles the snow eased up, just a few flurries (and so far it wasn't sticking). And the sky looked a little lighter. So I just kept going. Reached Mona's Lebanese Cafe at about 8 miles, as far west as I'd made it a year ago. Thought making 10 miles, or 20 for the round trip, was a reasonable goal.
Got out to 10, and there was a sign right there. I thought it should say "10 miles from Kissy's" but instead it said "Old Ox Brewery" -- not a bad second choice. Turned around, heading back to Reston, contemplating the options involving Kissy, biking, the Old Ox Brewery, and probably the need for Uber.
Eventually back at Kissy's, having put out a pretty hard effort again. Snowing lightly again. A couple of guys were standing outside the garage of her neighbor's house. We exchanged a few comments about what a fine day it was for a bike ride, and then I did the usual disassembly of the bike, off with the front wheel and the seat, so it would fit in the car better. Meanwhile they'd wandered over. Each was drinking a beer, and the next thing I knew a third beer appeared and was offered to me. How could I refuse?
And we chat some more. One's her next-door neighbor, one lives across the street. Do they know her? Nope. Oh, she's wonderful.
And then, because why not, I suggest they need to get acquainted.
Which happens.
And old anti-social me has introduced Kissy to two of her neighbors. And I'm laughing, and she's actually not ready to kill me. Even if her next-door neighbor is a neat freak when it comes to leaves, and she, well, the leaves look real nice just where they fall.
Did I say we're having a fine time here? :-)