I walked to the Trailhouse. They closed for New Year yesterday, and always close on Thursday.
'Splains why they haven't called.
I'm sorry I didn't decide to put up with my old baskets until I could get to a bike shop near Nappanee. I can't have my bike until Tuesday because the baskets were caught up in the holiday shipping snarl.
But I did get another walk finding out.
And Wednesday is predicted to be a good day to resume training. Have to wait a week for the next expedition.
I did a couple of vertical loops through the church, walking briskly.
I rode the bike home on Wednesday, and yesterday I rode about two miles to Zales, where I bought a bottle of Vitamin D, and stopped at the teller machine in front of J&B's Furniture on the way back. I can lean the bike against the building, and re-assemble my wallet on a shelf installed for that purpose. The shelter part of the building is made of glass, so I can keep an eye on the bike while fiddling with my wallet.
Wet today through Sunday.
I need to cut off the excess clotheline. The holes around the top of my new panniers are too small to let me wrap a bungee around the wire, and a piece of clothesline would look neater.
Until it gets dirty. Pity I didn't buy green clotheline instead of white.
[Eventually, I got around to wrapping the wire with the sisal rope we took off the room-divider spindle. It looks rather neat, and does the job better than clothesline would have.]
I don't really count riding the bike home from the shop, or dashing to Zales to buy D3 capsules.
Google says that the unintentional side trip into Fairlane Drive brought the return trip to an even six miles. My notes say that I finished packing and left Meijer at 16:17 and got home at 17:03. Forty-six minutes. 7.8 mph.
And I tried hard only on Sunset Drive, where the pavment is good, traffic is light, and there are few intersections.
I was in Meijer from 13:29 until I sent a text at 15:46, after checking out and using the restroom, but before starting to put my clothes back on.
The text I answered had been sent at 15:44, so typing took less time than I thought at the time, particularly considering that I had been washing my hands when the phone chirped.
The scab came off my road rash today. I credit A&D with zinc oxide for loosening it. Also I scrubbed it (gently!) with a plastic pumice while showering this morning.
Yesterday, I climbed all four staircases twice each, and did pushuplets twice.
Also tried to walk fast on the way to church. I need to practice nurse-walking more often.
On Tuesday 21 January 2020, I rode hard from Walmart to . . . someplace, but the slip of paper vanished, so I couldn't calculate how fast I was, and now I've forgotten where I made my first stop. Perhaps it was the emergency room, since I did my hard riding on Sunset.
Last Thursday, 30 January 2020, I pottered around in Warsaw, never getting any closer to downtown than using Detroit to get from Winona Avenue to Market Street. I began at Walgreen's, proceeded to Zale's, and bought appropriate bandaids at Zale's, so I never made it to CVS.
Then an unplanned stop at Warsaw Health Foods, where I bought a whole bunch of candy, Speedy Express, where I bought a polish sausage on a hot- dog bun, then discovered that there is no place to sit down. San José for jalapenños and a poblano, Lowery's for needles (I forgot that I intended to inquire after dressmakers), an hour in Dollar General, then a twenty-eight-minute ride home.
2.5 miles, 5.4 mph.
Other slips: The ride I took on the seventh of December is thoroughly written up under "9 December 2109", but the dash to Zales and the ATM on the ninth isn't written up at all.
The seventh slip was still around because I hadn't Quickened the note that I put five dollars into a Salvation Army kettle. I'm going to toss the slip written on the ninth.
That leaves the dump tour taken on Tuesday 14 January 2020. I appear to have forgotten to strike off the slip when I was done with it. Could it be that the missing slip for the twenty-first was thrown out instead? But I looked in the wastebasket.
Up to date! I'm leaving the house tomorrow, but by car to pick up fizzwater. Friday may be a halfway decent day for riding.
Climbed all staircases yesterday, three ups and three downs from fellowship hall to sanctuary, four ups and four downs on the stairs leading to the balcony, and some pushuplets.
Saw two boys riding fat-tires down the steps on Ninth Street on my way home. I was walking in the street; nobody shovels the steps.
Found a good cat-feeding dish at Goodwill. I think it was a bon-bon tray.
I came back past Fribley Field. I pulled off the road to look at the "parking lane" a newspaper story had mentioned, and got a text from Dave when I was exactly in front of the posts that were left behind when they took out the pay phone I used to use to call for help. But he'd put his phone on the charger and didn't get my reply.
Been a while since I've been to Sprawlmart. I went and came back by commerce & Frontage.
Been studying the map. If I go to Indiana Restaurant Supply next time, it isn't far from Man Cave Motorsports to a place where I can cross 30 and get to Tractor Supply through parking lots. It would be quicker to return to 250 E and use Wooster, but finagling 30 would be a change of pace.
Left home at 10:13, for an appointment at 11:15
Arrived at 10:45
Still had a pair of sweatpants to remove when the hygenist interrupted me at 10:55
Checked out at 12:09
Finished dressing and left at 12:28
Was in Dollar General plaza from 12:54 to 13:21
Was in Sherman & Lin's from 13:32 to 13:51
Got home at 14:02
Eleven minutes from S&L to home. Google says it should have taken me seven minutes to ride the 1.3 miles. My solar calculator says that was seven miles per hour.
Animal Welfare League from 11:40 to 11:52
Tractor Supply from 11:58 to 12:50
Passed Vicky Lane at 13:33
Goodwill from 14:01 to 15:10
Zales from 15:35 to 15:52
Home at 16:10
After turning east, I heard a noise like something blowing out of my pannier, so I stopped and looked back at the ditch, then checked my cargo: all the cans of cat food were still there
When I entered Goodwill's parking lot, I saw a broken stick pen, picked it up, looked for a trash can -- and remembered picking up a transparent plastic single-serve whiskey bottle while walking up the hill before that turn. It was no longer in my pannier.
Well, dumping a bottle I'd picked up left the road exactly as I'd found it. Except for not being the same road.
Google Maps says 9.5 miles to AWL.
16.1 miles to Goodwill.
I'd meant to eat at Wong's, but I was too tired at this point to enjoy it, and definitely too tired to ride an extra half mile to Panda Express, so I ate one of my emergency bars and went home.
19.0 to Zale's
Two miles and eighteen minutes from Zale's to home: better than six miles per hour. Not bad for a last leg.
I had a pretty stiff headwind any time I was going west. But not a lot in the way of hills, though I walked at least two.
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