What a weekend.
On Friday night I went to Horizon Theatre to see “Sex With Strangers”. The play was entertaining, not exactly “high brow” and I was glad that I saw it. The added bonus for this viewing was that I got in for free because I’ve been a donor to Horizon Theater for some time. Score!
Saturday started with breakfast at The Original Pancake House, followed by a trip to Kroger for the non-pantry items required for another shot at a Mississippi (Crock) Pot Roast. As I mentioned the last time I made this dish I cut the butter added in half, and was correct that there would be no loss in flavor. In addition to the ingredients described in the recipe I added an onion, some new potatoes, carrots, and parsnips. I started the crockpot at 10am in anticipation for a 6:30pm dinner.
While the pot roast cooked I did some learning of Swift, and then a few hours of yard work. I picked up sticks and branches, pulled some English ivy (much more of this needs to happen), then ran the mower over the grass, dead leaves, and weeds. Once I finished all of this I pulled out the leaf blower and completely tidied up the carport, path to my front door, and driveway. It doesn’t look great, but it all looks a lot better than when I started.
After a shower and some relaxation I dug into the Mississippi Pot Roast. It was, a remains, delicious. I ate it for dinner Saturday, dinner last night, and plan to eat more for lunch today.
At 9:30pm I was pestered by the “9-5” and worked for two hours on Saturday night. Thankfully I knew that I would be out of communication on Sunday.
On Sunday I was a traveling hasher. The Black Sheep Hash started in a faraway town known as “Ackworth”. After doing laundry, eating an unhealthy IHOP breakfast of country fried steak, and gathering my hashing gear, I drove up to this wacky place to “run” the hash. The hash nearly killed me, and I was exhausted when I finished the trail. I drank a lot of water, two full beers, and my down-down beer before returning home.
After eating dinner I “rested my head” around 7:00pm. When I awoke it was 11:00pm! I moseyed from the den into the bedroom and quickly went to sleep for the rest of the night.
Maybe It’s Just Not In My Cards?
Oh, RAGBRAI, you haunt me to no end! We all know last year’s unfortunate series of events leading up to my not traveling to Iowa last year. Let me now tell you about this year’s potential fail.
You didn’t know that I was going to RAGBRAI? It’s because except for one ITP Reader who was in my presence when I sent the deposit, I never mentioned it.
This morning I received a call from Franklin, who told me that he just received my deposit, which I put into the East Atlanta post office’s mail box on March 19th. Why did I trust the East Atlanta post office with something important? Anyway, this morning Franklin told me that, while there is a possibility for me to ride up to Iowa with the BRAG team, he cannot register me for RAGBRAI. He has sent the director of the ride a message and is requesting that I try to register. I will give it a shot today.
Perhaps this ride is my Great White Whale? It seems as if I am destined never to ride this ride.
This turn of events may make for a very melancholy training ride this afternoon.