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24 March 2015 @ 11:37 pm
The Hitchy and Scratchy Show  
While madly putting systemic treatment around all the roses last weekend, I wish I'd remembered the bigger picture. Now I'm wondering if all the scratches on my arms will be healed by Saturday. My right arm currently looks as if I used it to break up a cat fight. Something like a falconer's glove is what you really need for that kind of work. :(

Last week's bicycling was Epic Fail. Tuesday was great, but Wednesday I notice that the rear tire was kind of soft. Slow leak, or just a fluke? I removed something (glass fragment?) from the tire, pumped it up, and hoped for the best, but 17 miles later the flat was undeniable. I changed the tire and returned to the office. On Friday, I got another flat, just 1.5 miles from the end of my ride. The sun was going down, so I changed that one at hyperspeed to avoid getting locked inside the parkway by an overzealous ranger. On Saturday, I got a flat 8 miles into the ride, and then a second one 4.5 miles later. I walked home the rest of the way after that, which was just as well. Clearly, those innertubes were just cannon fodder.

After three sessions of fixing flats (including rubbing the inside of the tire, the wheel rim, and the tire liner), I could not find the likely culprit. I even spent a lot of time scrutinizing the outside of the tire (and realizing I needed my reading glasses). Still nothing. My husband looked it over later and didn't see anything. By then, I was pretty fed up, so I paranoid-swapped the tire out for a different one. I figured I could go over the faulty one with a magnifying glass at some point if I had to. Monday's ride? Gloriously uneventful, apart from realizing that I'd forgotten to fill my water bottles and only had the leftover 1.5 inches of water from the previous ride. Gah.

Awhile ago, I decided that our kids (our son, at least) should become familiar with some of the classic, post-apocalyptic-type movies. Bladerunner and Brazil are out, waiting to be watched, and I rented Mad Max from Netflix. Well. About halfway through the movie, which was oddly campy, HalfshellHusband and I realized that we'd never actually SEEN Mad Max before—we'd been thinking of the second one. So, that was a total failure. OTOH, the second one is now in my Netflix queue...

Speaking of our son, he occasionally gets caught up in online, fanfiction role-play writing, and he's been highly involved lately. His most recent creation is pretty hilarious—a 73-year-old, cantankerous blind man who has a habit of stealing vehicles and joy-riding in them, and who considers himself a pretty good driver apart from random obstacles getting in the way. Such as, buildings. It's funny—I've done round-robin writing before, and it typically degenerates into utter crack even before finishing the first round. The stuff my son works with seems to have more coherency. Perhaps the larger story is laid out by moderators, and the participants work their way through known plot-points toward a stated conclusion? I'll have to ask him.

Well, it's bedtime again, since my plan to write this update earlier today did not pan out. See you on the flip side!

Kizzyxo_kizzy_xo on March 25th, 2015 11:02 am (UTC)
That's so bizarre about the tires. The tires on my Jeep tend to do the same thing (i.e., the tire pressure light randomly flashes on and stays on). My mechanic says it's not the tires themselves but the rims -- the older the rims, the more their edges tend to warp and not stay flush, so gaps develop. The only way to remedy it is either to buy new rims or get somebody to put small metal "placers" in the gaps. I had the latter done on three tires -- the fourth is holding its own.

I ran across some kind of round robin story the other day. I wish I could remember what writing did sponsored it. I haven't done one of those in years. I think it'd be fun :)

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Cyclinghalfshellvenus on March 25th, 2015 05:04 pm (UTC)
This probably really was the tire. While I was out on the bike path on Saturday, I tried to look it over as fiercely as possible, and thought I saw something in the gap where I'd taken out the shard earlier. I got out the mini pocket knife I carry for exactly that reason, but I couldn't be sure I got it out. Because

Me: *concentrate on focusing, eyes. Clarify! Clarify!*
Eyes: Ahahahahah! Like that's a real thing...

Edited at 2015-03-25 05:05 pm (UTC)