And This. And That.

Firstly of all, my comments to recent posts :: RiderX: Congratulations. Get Well Soon. BoPeep: Sorry, I can't make it to Owassippe. Thanks for the Mother's Day poem. PoppaBear: You're welcome. As soon as I turned left where I should have turned right I knew: I had to pass your campsite; You were going to see me (you'd mentally noted the make and model of every other vehicle that drove past); I was going to hear about it. And I concur with BoPeep: more pictures of the fretty plowers. And where are the promised (threatened?) 'clarifications'?

Bike To Work Day was yesterday so I did. It was also (dead) turtle day. Six dead box turtles in the roads. Plus, I'm riding through some sub-division and see on the side of the road, on the other side of the ditch, in somebodies front yard, what looked like a plywood cutout of a little boy, wearing nothing but baggy shorts and spiky hair, hands on his skinny little hips. As I roll past, he looks up from the ditch smiling and says " aygattaturrda" or something. I said "hi" while I was trying to decipher his statement. Evidently he had found a turtle in the ditch and was quite pleased. Presumably it was alive.

Certain of our number (you know who you are) are going to Knoxville on the 29th of June for the aforementioned Glitter and Doom. Followed by what may turn into several days of riding, hiking, camping, and hanging. Riders, hikers, campers, and hangers who got no better offers are welcome starting on the 30th, which is a Monday. Come on. It'll be fun. I wonder if the Creeping Pugnasticum will be in bloom?

The Flo brought home a new (different)(other) hairless freaking cat yesterday. I thought I was pissed until I saw Seta's reaction. She's still growling and hissing and all out of sorts. She (Tuxie, which if she stays, I won't be calling her) came from a 10 cat house, and she's about as cuddly as a cuddling machine set on snuggle. This weekend evidently is a trial period, and I came home from work to discover that her owner may not be willing or able to part with the big-eyed bald beast after all. T-Flo's growling and hissing and all out of sorts. Looks like a cat fight might ensue. I'm officially neutral, but I lean toward Seta's position. Not that I would ever admit that to herself. I'd post a picture, but if you can picture a black version of Seta with a thick mound of white fur on her snout and eyes as big as quarters, you about got it. She looks like a baby goat. Cute, though. And cuddly? Fugettaboudit.