Guest Blogger Haiku

From my baby brother:

A family game night
Scrabble qua entertainment
"beeves" is a real thing.

Merry Xmas to me

Silent bike, holy bike
I'm not calm at this sight
Round fat tires
Disc brakes and gears
Holy bike will last
many years and years.
Ride in heavenly peace,
ride in heavenly peace.

Silver bike, holy bike
My heart quakes at the sight.
Shouts will stream
from places afar.
Heavenly, snow crunches under tires.
I have got a new bi-ke.
I have got a new bike.

Silver bike, red rimmed bike
Big fat tires
Big fat bike
It comes with a spare wheel set
I'll learn to mountain bike yet.
Woohoo, a month til d'livery
Woohoo, a month til dlivery.

"Pretty good year pretty good pretty good year"

And [Maggie] [s]he writes letters with [her] birthday pen

Remember a year ago? That's when I announced that, since I was turning 40, I'd try to raise a little more money for the MS Society and do the big July bike ride across Minnesota and the mud run in addition to the 150-mile bike ride. It was a fun year. I'm older and wiser now, which means that I hesitated less when signing up for all of that again this coming year.

Tonight I finally cleaned my crusty old bike chain and put my bike on the bike trainer. (I was a little sick and a lot overwhelmed after the last many weeks of work travel, so I needed to wait a bit.) I don't know what I rode in the last few times I took my bike out, but whatever it was, it needed to come off of my chain. It was good to sit on my trusty 2010 sangria and black Giant Avail, although the basement isn't nearly as nice of a place to ride my bike as the outdoors on a summer day. I also swapped out my rear tire for a trainer tire and remembered how much it stinks to put on/take off good tires on a road bike. That alone was a workout.

Next up? Christmas and all that entails, including my brain's inability to remember the correct words for the carols. Instead of "haste, haste to bring him laud," my mind insists that the babe, the son of Mary, be given some lard. And, instead of conspiring by the fire, the fires in my mind must be hot, because later on, we're instead perspiring by the fire.

In that vein, here is my winter greeting to you:

Dashing through the snow
Wishing I was on my bike
A little too wimpy though
Too scared of all the ice (yikes, yikes, yikes)
Bells on bikes can ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride yet sing
A biking song tonight.

Oh, cool road bikes
Mountain bikes
Biking all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
All around the coun-tray, hey!

Cool road bikes
Mountain bikes
Biking all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
All around the coun-tray.

Happy Holidays!

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"I've Been on a Walk on a Winter's Day"

Unfortunately that's about all I've been on.

Last Weds, as the snow was coming down, I grabbed my bike and stuck it in the basement before I had to catch a flight. I was home for less than 40 hours, and did squeeze in a little time on my rowing machine before seeing friends Saturday night. As I was packing my bag again today, I saw my bike in the basement.

When I'm back on Tuesday, I'll set up the bike trainer.

I have been eyeing up a new bike that I could ride in the snow: one of those ridiculously wonderful fat bikes. It would convert into a mountain bike, which seems to make the outlay of cash more justifiable.

Between that, snowshoes, ice skates, skis, a rowing machine, and my bike trainer, I theoretically can get back in shape - sort of - this winter. My work travels will be subsiding, which will be a big help.

I got to skate with these cuties over Thanksgiving. If I could see them monthly, I would be one happy auntie.


It was a chilly walk home from the Jeff Tweedy show tonight in Seattle. I told the person I was with about my assorted "biking and coming across Jeff Tweedy" dreams. We'll see what weird dreams tonight will bring. The other night David Bowie made an appearance in a work dream.

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