Finally changed my (final) tire
The day started with a bulletin. Nothing official; son #3 letting us know that Intreac was out of order. This was not my fault; I haven’t used my imaginary money since ’22 started. I might be to blame for the failure of small business, but not the whole transactional show. And here we are, many hours later. Twitter is howling. We need to get rid of the monopoly in telecomm. I know; symptom, not cause. No matter.
My day was more about my success, locally. I found my missing bike tools, in the toe of a shoe I have never worn. Do we have ghosts? Anyhow, with the tools, I moved to my next job. Changing a tire on my boke. It’s never simple. The tire for the stationary trainer is tight. Many long minutes of injurious speech while I pried and prodded. And then, unexpectedly, the tire was on the rim, with a tube that held air. I was “away to the races”.
The stand for the bicycle is an odd shape, but I did remember how to align things. With the bike supported by a door frame, I completed my install for (perhaps) forever. No need to ever dismount. Now I will be obliged to improve my cardio. Guess one of those fancy watches will be inevitable. Do they sell a large screen version (for my wrist)?
Some days are more complicated; the coffee machine required the monthly cleaning cycle (unrelated to the stationary cycle, in case you are conflating). I waited for assistance, and we are good for another thirty days, plus or minus five.
I’d like to go on a ghost hunt. One of the Island museums has added this to their summer playlist. Already did a site tour, some years ago. All that caught my eye was a hornet in the belfry. Will it still be there?
