Lil Huffy, old haunts, new gizmos

Different exercises meet needs different ways.

Tim put together a bike for me from, of course, garage sale parts. We’d saved a cushy seat from my last bike (I love that cushy seat). My “new” steed eagerly complied when I invited her to spin me up the bike path.She has hot pink cables, but I don’t mind much. She zips along.

I miss the bike path. Used to be I jogged it regularly, but today my joints crave softer impacts. Time was when Brindy faithfully filled out our dynamic duo, but now she’s grayer and slower than I am, though, unlike me, she can still wag her tail.

Rediscovering the path with Lil Huffy, I noticed changes. While I’ve slowed down, a few trees have sped along in their growing way. They all but encompass a view of small Willamette rapids my son and I used to gaze upon, back when my son was three.
There’s also a house being built right close to the path and the water. I wish the owners well; hope they don’t get wet in some upcoming flood of ’14.

Interesting how we crave the new and then the old. I enjoy this glimmery blog house, and I’m glad it lacks do-dads. But every so often I want to immerse my fingers in html, and to try the latest gizmo. Which still works, because I left my old blog where it was. This morning I put up the latest gadgety blog list on Stories Happen and fiddled with colors. It’s a fun activity for a holiday. Plus, I know there are people who use my links for ease in blog-hopping. Have fun.

I know. You’re saying “Why isn’t she out on her bike instead of planted before the computer screen?” Hey, I pulled weeds with other jeans-clad folk after church yesterday, and today it’s Tylenol and techno all the way. Maybe a nap, as well.