scratched my eye taking out a contact last night. I look like Olympics Bob Costas today which also happens to be a full day of coworker face to face meetings
scratched my eye taking out a contact last night. I look like Olympics Bob Costas today which also happens to be a full day of coworker face to face meetings
New school year, same shit. picked up the boys yesterday from school. homework hadn't been touched and it's due today. i really just don't understand wtf they do at their dad's house, other than navigate the 2nd family that's living there still.
-Dustin
Guy Washburn
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“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
– Mary Oliver
Man, some of you guys have real issues, so I generally don't post my puny grumps on this thread. Still, today it's saddle-skin interface issues (similar to an issue dealt with in the Spring) that have cropped up 4 weeks out from Reno2Mendo. Got in with the dermatologist tomorrow, crossing my fingers that he has some sauce or other for me.
Andy Cohen
www.deepdharma.org
During Thursday ride, for the life of me, I could not shift into the three smallest cogs. I fiddled with limit screw and cable tension to no avail. Took the bike to the shop -- no dice until, "uhm, Vlad, your bell clamp is pinching the cable." I tightened the clamp but good the day earlier, requiring replacement of housing, but all is well now. A thirty-two-dollar lesson learned....
niksuldalv
WTF is up with Schwalbe Pro One tires. I'm trying to mount a set on some pretty traditional Mavic wheels. They won't even come close to fitting. Maybe I accidentally bought the 650b version.
"I guess you're some weird relic of an obsolete age." - davids
Crashed my car. Balls.
A fucking week in Amsterdam with no riding.
Had a post-surgery follow-up yesterday. While the news is generally good (recovery is progressing well, yadda yadda), I'm stuck in the immobilization sling for at least another month before I can even start PT. No bikes outside, but I'm allowed to ride the trainer. I guess I won't go crazy from lack of physical activity.
Also, the office mocked me by putting me in a room with a photo of a velodrome hanging on the wall. And the X-Ray tech was a cyclist with his kit hanging over his seat.
My job is still sucking my will to live.
My wife's 84 year old father is back in the hospital. He has spent more of this past summer in the hospital for heart issues and/or a rehab facility for a broken hip than he has spent at home.
The garage put another dent in our car and claim it was not them.
My wife cracked her iPhone screen last night.
I could go on but I do not want it to sound like I am grumping.
Furry creatures. It's not enough that all the birds laugh at me, the furry creatures have to get into it too. All year they have snacked on my roses, flowers, vegetables... so bold as to eat a rose bush five feet in front of Karen and when she told the rabbit to stop eating the rose bush it looked at her, hopped three feet over to the hydrangea and resumed its delicious repast. We planted a little holly bush last year. This year it is festooned with nice red berries. The squirrels enjoy them. I don't mind, that's what the red berries are for. Of their method, though, I disapprove. They bite off the branch, carry it six feet over to a comfortable spot under the yew and eat the berries like it was corn on the cob. They drop the now stripped branch and go get another. In a day the holly has been grievously abused. There's a little pile of branches and a tattered bush. I sprayed stink fluid all over it, my arm isn't any good any more and I can't hit a squirrel with a baseball like I could when I was younger so I stoop to chemical means.
Squirrels who dash across my path three feet in front of my front wheel, only to freak out and dash back across -- an unwanted jolt of adrenaline. And don't get me started on deer...
niksuldalv
I have no kitchen, dining room, living room.
This morning I was driven from my house by the sound of men tearing the siding off the front wall.
There is an enormous dumpster outside of my bedroom.
GO!
got a call from the painters this morning..."hey, they're shutting off your water."
WTF
called up water company, said they sent certified mail, and regular mail. i got neither. i asked if they got confirmation of receipt of certified letter, they said no. i asked why they didn't call or e-mail since they have both, and why they accepted payment online if i typed my account in incorrectly. said they didn't know, but would still gladly accept the $100 in fees to get my water turned back on. i haven't made a late payment on anything in...10yrs?
-Dustin
I like the shifting better on my 2009 Centaur group more then the 2015 record group on my new Zank. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
Another grump is that I can't go back and edit spelling mistakes and poor grammar.
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