Then Jesus said, “God’s kingdom is like seed thrown on a field by a man who then goes to bed and forgets about it. The seed sprouts and grows—he has no idea how it happens. The earth does it all without his help: first a green stem of grass, then a bud, then the ripened grain. When the grain is fully formed, he reaps—harvest time!”
I mentioned a few days ago the camellia was going to bloom soon. Sure enough.
Meanwhile, nothing exciting has happened.
No word on the job I applied for.
The baby boy is increasingly noticeable, both externally (although I’m still wearing all my normal clothes except for my jeans, which aren’t stretchy enough) and internally (the feeling of SOMEBODY ELSE moving around inside my torso has got to be the most surreal thing I’ve ever experienced).
The Bike Alliance is talking about doing a training to teach other people to do what I’ve spent the last year and a half doing, and I’d get to pass on some of what I learned through painful trial and error. I’d love to keep teaching for them, but pregnancy is pretty intrusive in that, and I couldn’t do the travel after the boy is born.
I continue to ride my bike, logging 150-ish increasingly slow miles per week. My “big” goal this year: Ride the 7 Hills of Kirkland Metric Century on May 28. That’s 62 miles and 4,600 feet of climbing, not exactly impressive after last year’s achievements. Seeing as I’ll be having a kid a little over two months later, though, it’ll have to be enough.
Lastly, if you haven’t seen the United States wind map, check it out.