Friday, July 5, 2013

Teach cows to eat weeds




Cleaning up my emails this morning I rediscovered this little gem.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Taking Shape


So, things are taking shape with the new princess mitxe. Behold new swept back handlebars. We are at a bit of an impasse until some new brake levers materialize. Just to be clear, it is VERY UNSAFE to ride a bike with no brakes. Just ask Mr Duck. We were playing around in the street zooming up and down enjoying the new swept back handlebars when the old brake caliper dropped off the bar and well, things come to a pretty abrupt stop when once spokes one's self.

Some nice Schwalbe Marathon tires arrived today along with some puncture resistant tubes and the handlebars........I think she looks pretty neat. But she needs a name.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Little tendrils

I cried at the Telstra shop today. Not because my phone is broken. Not because it has to be sent away so the little men can fix it. I cried that I would be losing all those old text messages from my Dad.

It really was kind of funny. There I was being all functional and grown up getting my phone ready to send off while the nice young boys were setting up my courtesy phone and then......while shutting down and logging off what seemed like a zillion services, networks and apps I casually asked if this process would mean that I would lose all my texts.

Well, that did it. 

I'm sorry I sobbed, tears streaming down my face, my father recently died and I just realized getting my phone fixed means I have to let go of his text messages. The nice young boys were a bit taken aback but also very kind. They even passed me a box of TISSUES bless their little GenY cotton socks.



It's the little things isn't it. I am trying to stay open and just let the million little tendrils of Dadness entwined in my life recede and drift away. But some things make me want to hang on with white knuckles.


Did I ever tell you how much I love you?
Three lines of so.