Saturday afternoon Dee sent me to the Butcher to get a “roast”. Being a reformed vegetarian, I am not very good at buying meat so I went up to the counter and said, “Um…can I get a ‘roast’ please?” And he was like, “What kinda ‘roast’?” This threw me and he pointed over to a bunch of big fat chunks of flesh and I pointed at the smallest and said, “That one please.”
At home we weighed this bad-boy and it was over 1.6kg. Luckily I am not fussy with food and have literally had roast beef with every single meal (except sushi for lunch today) since. No complaints.
Dee then made apple crumble which was amazing. Dee will do a guest blog here one day and show you all her skills! YES!
Just before we had bucket-washed Dee’s car for the first time ever – which turned out to be a bit of a silly idea on such a steep glassy-slippery-pebble-shit-driveway. I only slipped about 3 times but managed to stay upright.
While Dee was cooking I decided to clean my old Trek road bike (which I have had since December 2007) cause I am selling it to Tim. The Trek and me have been through some amazing adventures. I would imagine it would be 30,000kms or more. -It suffered with me on all that pain I put myself through to build up my bike skills. My first Coot-tha, my first time I had ridden over 70km/hr on a bike, my first group rides, my first 100kms, my first 100 miles, my first 3 day 520km+ ride…etc. It is going to a good home.
You can see by the saddle how much punishment I gave it.
This is a photo of the front wheel and the carbon forks around it. See those paint chips? This damage occurred about 5 days after I bought the bike. I was coming down Bowen Bridge Road at about 60km/hr and the shitty orange reflectors not-properly-attached-to-the-wheels came loose and then exploded in a spectacular and fucking frightening orange-shattering-glory. I thought I was toast, but the bike kept rolling in a straight line and I stopped a few hundred metres later and saw all the paint chips to the carbon forks. I had heard horror stories about how fragile carbon was so I went to a bike mechanic and asked their opinion. Luckily he said it was just superficial. Even though he looked about 15 I was reassured.
New bike and the old. (plus the cat being so nosey)
I love this rug. It was super cheap (about a third of the price of a boutique option) and came from a very ordinary store in Rocklea. But I love it’s simplicity, and I love how the cat just blends into it.
On Sunday, after riding up Mt Gravatt for the first time and trying to take a picture of the quite awesome view (but realising the camera was sans a memory card) I slunked home and did the gardening. We inherited this hand-mower from the previous owners and it is tough work, but does the job! It is very loud, but maybe not as loud as a conventional mower. I guess it would sound pretty annoying to neighbours as the noise is not constant – just organic. It makes this surging whizz (every time I rip into the lawn) and then this scream as it spins down). And it probably takes about twice, maybe three times, as long as a petrol-powered machine.
So the cat was watching me do my shit.
Then she just showed off her skills.
Then she smashed about 6m up this tree. I only realised she was up there when I head the Indian Minor birds get narky.
Eventually she came down and it wasn’t dignified, she went backwards most of the time, then dropped seemingly totally-out-of-control for a few feet only to somehow find a scratch-hold at the last moment to arrest her fall. Then she ambled down the next few metres – probably purring – like this was all normal. No biggie. Obviously her hind leg is pretty much cured.
Ever since we bought this house I have wanted to get chooks. I even started, but didn’t finish, this chook-pen. SOON!
This is Tim carrying out my old bike. As I said before – it’s going to a great home. Tim actually rode this bike in the early days when we rode together – so it’s not like he doesn’t understand it. Tim also got car-doored recently which makes me so freaking mad. I almost got doored myself twice on Sunday. GRRR! Happy riding Timmmay!