I had today off work. Voting day I guess. I don't understand it but thank you to my brothers and sisters of the UAW. I spent the day reading email, making sure the kids played nice together, and raking leafs. It was nice having Tuesday off from my normal routine of reading email, making sure the technicians work well together, and cleaning up messes that then leaves a vacuum which is filled with almost identical messes.
It was a perfect Fall day. I got a ride in. An easy ride. A ride that concludes my taper for the Iceman; a taper that started, hell I don't know, about halfway through the Yankee Springs Time Trial in April. I am going into the Iceman well rested and with no overuse injuries what so ever.
As I was leaving to ride, Emilie looked up from the TV and said: "You got a new jersey?"
I said: "Yes I did, it's from Marshall's," and strutted down the hallway as if it were a catwalk, turn, hip out, and over my shoulder I continued: "And it was 80% off."
Em looks back at the TV and says to herself in her typical early-adolescent sarcastic tone: "Hum, I wonder why."
Somethings don't change. Actually very little really changes. Kids get older, people walk in and out of my life, I replace my bike every couple years, my time fluctuates a minute or two either way at the Iceman but life is amazingly the same. I'm not saying this as if it were a bad thing.