Yesterday I biked out into the country to visit a friend. I hadn’t done anything physical and was crawling out of my skin. I didn’t mean to bike eleven hilly miles and I wasn’t ready. No water and too much clothing were the least of my problems. I am just not in shape. At least I was atop an easy pedaling machine.
When I got to my friend’s house, he wasn’t home. Painters were, though, and they let me in for a drink of water. Fortified, I was able to make it home.
Home is tough just now. Frida still has a sore jaw. We’re softening up her food but not enough. We’re headed to the vet in twenty minutes. Another in a long list of scary rides to the vet. This doesn’t feel like a deal breaker, but that possibility is always peeking through a half closed door into on our quiet three person life. Fingers crossed. It is hard to see Frida hurting.
Thanks for listening while I wait for the clock to strike ten. That’s when it won’t be altogether too early to wrangle my two girls into the car to start the trip.
Take care.
Sending positive thoughts Frida’s way.
Thanks friend!
Good looking bike!
Hope Frida is comfortable.
Thanks so much!