If you go against the grain, you get splinters, regardless of which neighborhood you’re from, what your parents taught you, what schools you attended. But if you embrace the way God does things, there are wonderful payoffs, again without regard to where you are from or how you were brought up. Being a Jew won’t give you an automatic stamp of approval. God pays no attention to what others say (or what you think) about you. He makes up his own mind.
I made cinnamon rolls 100% from scratch, right down to the frosting. They are so incredibly delicious, well worth all the effort. I made the dough and filling at home, then went over to my friend Karissa’s house, where we finished making them and baked them. We even got a walk in as they rose for the second time.
On our walk, we encountered a short sale house that had a truly exceptional garden. I know that because we trespassed into the back yard and spent quite some time ooohing and aaahing over the lovely-in-an-overgrown-way look of the place. We agreed that it was an amazing garden, but that neither of us would ever want to own it; you’d spend your life out there clipping and weeding and what-have-you.
This was inside the dilapidated greenhouse in the garden.
This is the dilapidated greenhouse itself. I tried to make an HDR picture of the same thing, but I’m not very happy with the results.
Karissa and I had a lovely visit together. We
Carmel and I spent a while sitting out in the yard together. The sun shone, the birds sang, and she had zero interest in any of it — not even the tennis ball. As it turns out, she just wanted to go inside and chew on her Nylabone.
On Thursday, I got my bike back from the shop! It’s a mixed bag (see my post here for more details), but I’m very glad to have it back in my possession. The steel fork that the shop made me turned out very nice (pictured above), although I tend to like this look better. I still need to get a new crank arm — turns out the crash bent the left crank arm, but none of the shops realized it; I just noticed pedaling felt wonky, and when I described it to the owner of JRA, he immediately knew the problem — and I have a saddle on order. It’s backordered but they expect it to ship May 14, last I heard. I also have mismatching wheels; the front wheel, which they had to rebuild, is dark gray, while the back is black. My crank arms will be similarly mismatched, because Shimano no longer makes crank arms in my original color. This mismatching really bothers me, but not enough that I’ll pay hundreds of extra dollars for matching wheels or crank arms.
In the evening, Ian and I had a good time going out to dinner at P.F. Chang’s and then saw Date Night.
And that was my Saturday.
PS – For the record, I did not see the honking motorist on Friday. That was my first ride on S. Dearborn last week that somebody didn’t honk at me.