May 11th, 2008


Cycling for the Masses (and Million Mile May)

Cycling: How can strawberries be ripe already? I passed by two places on Friday's ride where the smell was heavenly, and darn those after-work appointments or I would have stopped at one of those stands!

Fruit distractions aside, Friday's ride covered some new territory that I probably won't repeat. The road surfaces and visibility were okay, but these particular suburbs have a bad reputation and they're not the place for solo females to bicycle (or maybe solo riders in general). Sights I saw included a fat, stuffed toy donkey roosting on a fence post (like a bird on a nest). Hard to describe, but funny. On Rio Linda Blvd, one of the big properties had some intriguing homemade metal sculptures. And later on I heard a sound that makes me automatically think of a sandpiper, though we're pretty far inland. I've heard that sound on my office rides for years, but this time I finally got a good look at the bird in question. I looked up "sandpiper" on Wikipedia last night, and it turns out there are a lot of varieties of birds that share that label, but none of them looks like the one I saw. Sadly, the Western Field Guide to Birds is my parents' book and not mine...

On today's ride (the bike path along the river parkway) I nearly collided with a red-winged blackbird on a suicide mission. Also saw/heard a squirrel on a cyclone fence shrieking its head off (ah, mating season). And there's a sign I've passed before where all I can read is "Warning: New Zealand Mudsnail", but it makes me wonder… warning for what? If you're down in the drainage ditch, the snails still don't move very fast. And it's not like people would take them home to their yards and let them creep into the general environment. I mean after all, they're snails. Not exactly a rewarding pet!

Work is not as productive as I'd like. A lot of that is due to a new Operating System development environment, and problems with the code debugger. As in, "Breakpoint means stop, damnit! And twelve of them means don't skip over the procedure! Arggggghhhhh!"

Tomorrow is Mother's Day, which means going out to breakfast with the kids and my husband's mother (here in town) and then trying to track down my own mother via phone. This last part is because—get this—the American Psychiatric Association's annual meeting is always held across Mother's Day (making sure that Freud is still metaphorically 'sticking it to the Mom,' I guess). Anyway, my kids are very excited about showing me their cards and such, which is very sweet. We used to go places for the day when they were younger, but most of the really great places are geared toward younger kids. I miss those toddler and preschool days!