Weekends should be for lolling around in the late summer sun, or in my case, rolling along the hike and bike trail, covering a good ten miles.
One end to the other, ten miles, more or less in 90 degree sun, a cool swim in the creek, then stopping, and thinking about, and I jumped back in again. Between the part-time “day job,” and the seasons, I’m not sure that I’ll have another chance for Barton Springs again for some time. It should be getting cool out, sometime. I guess. Houston and Louisiana might be under a wall of water, but it’s been one, bright, sparkling day after another around here.
I was humming a song, thinking about it, and cruising on back to the trailer park when decided to change my pitch up, and I stopped for a big cup of flavored “shaved ice.”
I was hoping to be healthy, so I tried “orange and pineapple” flavor. Next time? I’m getting blue bubble gum, instead. And I’ll get a small. That huge cup of ice with a splash of artificial flavoring that had to be mostly sugar water, might as well get something that’s really obviously artificial instead of pretending to be healthy. I had a bad case of brain freeze shooting in the sinus cavity by the time I wondered into the compound at Shady Acres.
I got saddled up to change up some web software, out with the old and in with the new, a cigar in one hand, the coffee going strong, but I just couldn’t bring myself to work on it. Too much trouble.