I dub this the Year of the Bunny.

We have so many bunnies, a person can’t look into the back yard without seeing some sanguine rabbit placidly munching away. They find our back yard, with its dearth of predators and rain garden full of sedges, a perfect habitat.

I took a picture of the bunnies:

Right now we have bunnies of three different sizes — let’s call ’em small, medium, and large — which I take to indicate we have at least three bunny generations happily reproducing and inhabiting our yard. By the end of the summer, I can’t even guess how many bunnies we’ll have. Continue Reading >>

Thoughts on “A Single Man”

I may have mentioned before the King County Library System 10 to Try challenge I’m participating in this year. Reading 10 books over the course of a year doesn’t present much of a challenge, but I like how the 10 different categories push me to read outside of my comfort zone.

Last year I read The Satanic Verses, a book on the banned book list that I never would have normally found. I hated it, but it was very educational and a good experience. Also, now I can say I’ve read a book that people were killed over. Can’t stay that about much literature. Continue Reading >>

Meditation Song: I Shall Not Want

I’ve been thinking of this song a great deal lately. These are the lyrics.

From the love of my own comfort
From the fear of having nothing
From a life of worldly passions
Deliver me O God

From the need to be understood
From the need to be accepted
From the fear of being lonely
Deliver me O God
Deliver me O God

And I shall not want, I shall not want
When I taste Your goodness I shall not want
When I taste Your goodness I shall not want

From the fear of serving others
From the fear of death or trial
From the fear of humility
Deliver me O God
Deliver me O God
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Living and Biking with EIAE


EIAE is the medical acronym for exercise-induced arterial endofibrosis, a fancy and medical-sounding way of saying “there’s something thickening the wall of the artery bringing blood to your leg and we think you caused it by riding your bike too much.” This is also sometimes called iliac artery compression, a similar name that specifies the artery (iliac) but not the cause of the compression.

I’ve mentioned this issue before, but I have learned some things since then, and I wanted to keep a record for myself and share with whoever might be interested in what it’s like living with this diagnosis right now. Continue Reading >>

Bike Commuting Lessons

I’ve bike commuted regularly, with greater and lesser frequency, since 2006. Sometimes I’ve commuted on pleasant, lightly trafficked country roads; other times along a busy highway. Sometimes I’ve had a kid in tow; other times I’ve navigated through complex city infrastructure. And, of course, I’ve been a certified biking instructor and taught classes on cycling safely.

In this time, I’ve learned a few things.

Who to Trust

Don’t trust:

  • Teenagers.
  • Old people.
  • Squirrels, rabbits, and other wildlife, including off-leash dogs.
  • Tech bro shuttle buses, especially between South Lake Union (Amazon) and Fremont (Google, Facebook).
  • Priuses in downtown Seattle – 99% are ride-share drivers likely to swerve toward the sidewalk unpredictably. The other 1% are taxi drivers.
  • Pickup trucks with big supplementary smoke stacks, or any pickup truck in rural areas.
  • People riding e-bikes, electric scooters, electric skateboards, or any other battery-powered person people mover.
  • Anyone driving on Dexter.
  • Anyone walking/cycling near the UW.
  • Community Transit double-decker bus drivers.
  • MAMILS focused on getting in a workout or maintaining a certain pace even on crowded multi-use trails.
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    Mother’s Day Gift

    For Mother’s Day, my mom has been helping Benji to learn how to ride a bike. It’s proven much more challenging than anyone would have guessed, but they have stuck with it and made good progress.

    That’s a lovely surprise for them to work on, but yesterday Benji spontaneously gave me a gift he didn’t even know was a gift.

    At church we were standing and singing some songs at the beginning of the service, and Benji leaned against me. I asked if he wanted me to pick him up, and he said yes.

    If you’re thinking, “Isn’t he a little big for that?” the answer is “Definitely.” He’s close to 60 lbs and his head comes within a few inches of my shoulder. But occasionally I still carry him upstairs at bedtime or when we’re dancing and being silly. These occasions are getting rarer as he matures physically and mentally, as it should be.

    Yesterday I picked him up, and he leaned into me, occasionally draping his arms around me. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and put his head on my shoulder and I just held him while the song went on. He started that way for quite a long time. After a while my forearms started burning, but I kept holding him until he asked to get down again.

    He almost never wants to snuggle like that — even “snuggling” usually entails more wrestling or getting kicked in the face. So a few moments of quiet, gentle affection from him meant more to me than any macaroni noodle necklace or adorably misspelled card.

    It really was a mother’s day gift I treasured.

    … Which I tried hard to remember eight hours later when he was spitting on the floor, slamming doors, and running outside stark naked yelling and crying because he didn’t get his way. Back to normal!