Today's Virtual Coffee is brought to you by Scrabble Apple.I think they only put one "F" in so as to discourage kids from spelling too many naughty words.
If we were meeting for coffee today I would be sticking with decaf because I'm already revved up. It has been such a nutso week between what I have to do and what I want to do and if we were meeting for coffee and you got all spiritual on me about my choice of words I would probably take your head right off.
If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that after much running around, we found Riley a new bike. How can you resist a bike with your own name on it?
And I found one for me too.
After going to see what I thought was a dandy "vintage" bike and turned out to be a hunk of scrap metal, I literally had this one delivered to my door (for considerably less than the asking price of the hunk of scrap). And to make it even better, it f-o-l-d-s up into a nice package, small enough to get in my car so I don't have to buy a rack this summer.
It has three speeds (on my 21 speed mountain bike I think I have only ever used 3 - hard, medium and easy), a chain guard, a spring rack on the back and a squishy mega gel seat (essential when you have no butt and an ordinary bike ride turns into a bone crunching event).
It's only bothering me a little bit that I have to put my a** on something somewhat porous that has had someone else's a** on it on a regular basis.
And the Piece de Resistance....a wicker carrying basket to clip on the front which hasn't made it on just yet.
I look like a complete nerd and geek on it and I love it!
If we were meeting for coffee today I would say that the first day after we got our bikes I begged off riding because the winds were so high and the temps so cold. We had white caps on the LAKE near our house.
But we still managed to share some love and peace
and to let loose.
If we were meeting for coffee today we would laugh at the question Riley asked this week that stopped me in my tracks. After prefacing this question with plenty of lead-ins like needing to talk to me about something that has been on his mind for a long time (which tells me he's kind of afraid to ask The Question), he wondered, "Why is it that you can yell at me but I can't yell at you." Hmmmm. That's a dandy question. I have always tried to treat my son with respect, as an equal in as many ways as possible in the house. And as hard as it is being a kid and growing up in 2011, adults have certain stresses that can put us over the top. I don't know of one parent that wouldn't confess to losing it every now and then. And if I'm really honest, I rarely yell at my son but it is usually when he has tuned me out. And the only way I can think of reaching him is sheer volume. Of course when the moment has passed I can think of umpteen ways of reaching him without yelling. So my answer was, in other words, "I'm human".
Now, since we're done here let's trot on over to Amy's Lucky Number 13 for some of those sugar cookies she has made for Easter and see if I can talk her out of those nifty blue shoes she is wearing today.