Yesterday, I biked in the garage because the parkway was closed until noon for Eppie's Great Race, a local mini-triathlon. I keep wondering why they don't move that to May or June instead of mid-July? I was able to go out post-race last year, but this year it was about 96o at noon, so already too hot. Sacramento leaders are wringing their hands because we lost next year's USA Track and Field Championship to some other city, but in good conscience, we should not be bidding on that. It was here this year, in June, across the period that was over 100-degrees every day and included the Thursday that was 108! Portland and Eugene are excellent locations for that, or maybe Seattle. But geez, have some consideration for the athletes. Don't host that here. :(
In other biking news, I had a blowout during my Wednesday right, and discovered that the rear tire was WAY overdue to be replaced. It was a disgrace— there were 4-5 other bald spots apart from the one that blew out. I was by the side of a busy road, in the open sun, cutting up the plastic mailer piece in my tool kit to patch those spots. Inside the kit, my tire-repair glue had leaked all over everything (same as the last few years— it leaks out of its container in the heat), so my mini Swiss Army Knife scissors were sticky, but usable. The plastic pieces, less so. They're really durable, but I hadn't counted on them repeatedly slipping out of the tire while I put the other ones in and tried to get the new inner tube in there. I finally got everything back together just as two guys in a pickup pulled over to see if I needed a lift. I said I wasn't sure— maybe swing back in a couple of minutes? I had everything fixed, but those liner patches were untested. The guys correctly decided that sounded ridiculous, and so we loaded my bike in the back of the truck and they drove me the 8 miles back to the office. They were probably in their mid-late 20s, very nice, and I was lucky they stopped. Still, as we pulled up to the entrance and unloaded the bike, that return felt like the cyclist's Walk of Shame. It pretty much is. /o\
So, new tire now. I cleaned out the tool kit, and I put in new plastic-lined paper (like those Fed-Ex envelopes), for the next time I need it. I probably should go back to the old standby for that issue— a dollar bill. You'd be surprised how well that works as a temporary fix.
HalfshellHusband's biking has been "iffy," since he fell off his bike twice during a ride last weekend. He's been having trouble with sudden loss of equilibrium, though this was the first time it hit him while riding. He says he isn't dizzy, it's more like his internal gyroscope has stopped working. Kaiser has sent him to an audiologist, and ENT person, and last week to a neurologist (who was curt and dismissive, so yay). This started maybe 3 weeks ago? Four? It can go on for most of the day, though it's usually better by the afternoon. When it's bad, it's really bad. I hope Kaiser gets to the bottom of this. It seems as if it might be caused by the conflicting need for a low-sodium diet (and preventing fluid retention) and his already low blood-pressure. All of the health management for his congestive heart failure has been really tough on him. :(
Some happier news: our son got back from his week in Yosemite last weekend, which was nice for everyone. It also cut way down on the cat's "exploratory howling." We watched The Man Who Knew Infinity with him last weekend (he knew about the mathematician involved, and I didn't— despite years of higher-level college math). Last night, it was Nightcrawler. Who knew Jake Gyllenhaal could play such a weird, creepy character, and do it so convincingly? Good story, but many cringe-worthy scenes that were like object lessons in how NOT to behave in social situations. Wow.
HSH and I are in the middle of Netflix streaming Hinterland, a moody Welsh police drama. Apparently, it is filmed in both a Welsh version and an English version, though only the English one is being streamed. I would totally watch the Welsh with subtitles, but that would be fun for me and decidedly UNfun for HSH. We just finished River, a Netflix original with Stellan Skarsgård. REALLY enjoyed that one. It's just 6 episodes, so well worth trying.
All right, time to gird my loins and go to Walmart. I make the trip about 3 times a year, for things not available at Target. Wish me luck and fortitude...