Archive for October, 2008

Washout.

Posted by Geoff on October 28th, 2008

rain dog

Winston, your mom dresses you funny.

Yeah, there’s not a more pathetic sight in the world than a dog wearing a raincoat.  Winston was a trooper, putting up with the silly yellow slicker while we walked in the torrential rain.  He was pretty darned funny when the hood fell over his eyes, and he froze like he was paralyzed. He was a pretty good sport about it, though.

After two or three bottles of wine were drunk Saturday night, Cristina and Jennifer got into a big political debate.  Obama vs. McCain, and fortunately we opened another bottle of wine and got them settled down.  And then on Sunday night, Jen got this in her inbox.  I think I laughed so hard the olive I was eating shot out my nose.

Hibernation

Posted by Geoff on October 27th, 2008

If you’ve been trying to visit this site in the last couple of weeks, well, thanks for trying!  But my web hosting company didn’t bother to contact me to let me know that the credit card they had on file for me was expired, so they just shut the site down.  Not cool, but we’re back on track.  Now, if only I can make time to write.

You know you’re in for trouble when they have sound effects on the Weather Channel.  Tomorrow is going to be a rough one, complete with high wind, cold temperatures, and possible snow.  I’m hoping to get out early and get some miles in.  I missed the whole weekend, but we had a great time hanging out with our friends Cristina and Samuel.  No worries about the training, though.  My season is over, and I’m enjoying the lack of any training agenda.  All I want to do this time of year is have fun.  Long, slow endurance rides like the 101 miles I rode with Mike last Tuesday.  Mike’s getting ready for Ironman Arizona, so he needed a good old endurance day.  It was a spectacular fall classic, one of my favorite rides of the year.  We cruised down to Lambertville and back in a roundabout loop, aka The Drake’s Birthday Ride.

A huge crop of walnuts, plus woolly worms crossing the roads . . . sure signs that it will be a tough winter.  All the squirrels are super fat, like they’re ready for the next ice age.  I’m doing my best not to adopt the same waistline, but all this Halloween candy is starting to get out of hand.  So drastic measures might be necessary.  Hmm, what madness can I think up next?