On my way to the campus computer store to buy a replacement battery, I saw this:
That's the Raleigh I had before I married T and he bought me the ill fated Giant. It made me feel sad. The chain is off, the saddle is torn and the fender reflector I had personally custom built for it is bent. I also learned that it was a Colt. So really the bike I have now is a better fit, but it made me a little sad that she isn't being treated as well I she was when I had her. On the other hand, she is locked up with two locks. I'm not sure what to think.
I may go back tomorrow (yes, I'm a bike stalker) and see if she is still there.
When I came home, I got Ellie and we went grocery shopping. To Costco. I hate that store. Don't get me wrong, it helps our budget to be able to buy in bulk, but the crowds make me ... grumpy.
When I came home I found the basement toilet had overflowed a bit. A quick go with the plunger solved the problem but it was still a really yucky clean up. And trying to keep Toddlers from helping is such a problem.
We had eggs and temper tantrums for lunch.
Then I broke down and we watched TV for an hour just to calm down.
After that I unloaded and started to place the 100 lbs each pavers. T bought another seven from a different store since the one we had been shopping at is sold out. They look a little different, which doesn't matter, but they are also half an inch shorter on each side. That matters.
On the long sides of the rows of pavers, I can sort of fake it and it looks OK. On the short side, it leaves a one inch gap that is a tripping hazard. To solve this problem I had to pull up four of the pavers I had already laid and replace them with the smaller ones. Those seven 100 lbs pavers was actually moving eleven 100lbs pavers.
I am exhausted. Here is an updated garden shot.
It's looking great, if that's any consolation... :)
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