Life Is Like That, Sometimes. . .

Recently, I was cleaning out my desk, and I came across a file of some of my favorite old cartoons.  Now, I don't have any plans to turn this humble blog into a Xavier-style clearing-house of visual humor, but perhaps some of you will appreciate a few of my favorites (quite aside from the insight they might provide into the bizarre twists and turns of my psyche) (and of course, my ego must be simply titanic for me to think that any of you might even want such insight. . .)

Anyway, in honor of All Saints' Day -  this one hit me where I was living, a few years back. . .

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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. . .

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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. . .

Sometimes the Days Are Just Magical, Redux. . .

I hope I'm not boring you all with this. . . ------------------------- Another brilliant fall day yesterday, maybe even more brilliant than last week. The color was even more spectacular, and the air was just a bit cooler and crisper (have I mentioned before that the fall is my utter absolute favorite time of the year?). Another amazing bike ride (but only 35 miles this week), and another win for my Spartans (it wasn't quite as much fun as beating Michigan, but this is shaping up as a season the like of which we haven't seen around here in a long time). And I didn't have to sleep alone. . . And Jen rendered 6 bushels of apples into 90 quarts of home-canned applesauce. I married an amazing woman. . .