I went to a tiny home festival last weekend, and I looked at a used RV this weekend. While the RV wasn’t in as good of shape as the owner put in the ad (the words “death trap” come to mind), the trip has gotten me thinking about my future living situation.Read More »Realistic Dreams
Once upon a time, I lived in a 400 sqft studio apartment. It was then I began thinking about tiny home living.Read More »Tiny Dreams
Saturday evening my friends joined me at the campsite. They worked their shifts and then rode the 20-ish miles. They arrived after dark. (First part of trip here.)Read More »We All Need Somebody to Lean On
This weekend I did my second fully loaded bike tour (first trip here and here). I made a few modifications to my bike and touring kit. I loaded up Friday and off I rode!Read More »Crisis Created and Averted
Yesterday I marched for my life, and for the lives of all others affected by gun violence.Read More »March for Our Lives
School is in its last nine weeks. Which means not long past that is … (duh duh DUH) my Canada bike trip!!!
Seventy-four days from now, to be precise.
Seventy-four. That sounds like a long time. Whew! I still have time to prepare.
It’s a little scarier to think that’s a little over two months. No, no, no! I’ll stick with the 70+ number for now!
There are thirty-three days until I turn 40. That feels like it’s coming up fast.
My study hall class has been held in the cafeteria since testing has be
This morning I met a friend for coffee. I got my bike together and out the door. I was riding down the road when I realized I’d left my bike lock behind. I turned around and went back to get it.Read More »Black Cheetah
Yesterday evening I sat in a chair for hours and let a man stab me in the arm repeatedly with a needle.
Oh, the things I do for kicks! Read More »A New Tattoo
I slept relatively well that night. I woke up a few times, like I always do. But overall I woke up feeling refreshed. Sore, but still refreshed.
I accidentally left my alarm on my phone, so that partially woke me up at 6 a.m. It was the birds that ultimately pulled me out of bed. They were surely expressing their delight at a new day. I wondered if they couldn’t do it just a little bit later.Read More »The Next 50 Miles