Anyway, in honor of All Saints' Day - this one hit me where I was living, a few years back. . .
I rode another 33 miles this past weekend, which gives me a total of 1238 miles for the riding season, through October (which is down a bit from my usual mileage, because of my dad's death, and a couple bouts of unplanned illness) (but hey - who plans their illness?). In past years, I've had three or four good riding weekends in November (recent years haven't afforded me any rides in December, but if the weather is agreeable enough, I'll go out any time), although my miles will start to decrease with the temperatures (once it gets below 40F or so, it becomes an issue of keeping my toes warm, and that limits my rides to around 20 miles; below 32F, I stay indoors). So, I've got maybe another 100 miles or so before the season ends. . .
Also this past weekend, Jen engaged in her annual ritual of Providence and Resourcefulness, aka The Canning of the Applesauce. I don't know how many bushels of apples she started with, but by the time she finished, we had 75 quarts of applesauce in the pantry.
Mmmmm. . . home-canned applesauce. . .
I love my wife. . .