More story

O.K. I've figured out who dies in the mystery story.

Here's the story, as per the comment section of an earlier post.

Actually I thought of writing a murder mystery.
Involving "Triangle man" the least employed member of some obscure orchestra.
But thanks to so some creative politicking, the highest paid.
When a murder is committed , he takes it upon himself to solve it.
Remember inspector Clouseau? (you try to spell it)
After he fouls up the case and virtually destroys the orchestra, he is, of course promoted and given a seat on the board.

I havn't decided who dies yet.

With any luck, I never will.

Unfortunately I've determined that the victim must be that loyal hard working volunteer in the education department.
Hellova nice guy.
A decent sort.
Just the type who always gets it in the back.
The innocent, somewhat naive schmuck type
Makes the crime more poignant.

So there's that.

Today is another of those days of siren like meteorological appeal.
An attractive brightness in the sky tempts me to ride.
But there are reasons, reasons.
It's a little late in the day for one thing, a 30 mile ride (which I'm beginning to see as a minimum) takes 3 hours of riding time plus sitting around at a coffee shop or restaurant time.
The temperature is O.K.
There are leaves to rake up.
We bought a new antenna for the TV and it still rests on a chair in the living room.
It would probably work better if we put it on the roof or something.
Gotta do that before the family comes over for Thanksgiving.

AND, Meredith has been forcing alcoholism on me by serving wine for dinner for the last 5 or so meals.
Besides talking me into going to Stellars for pizza and a Guinness.

One Guinness a week is really more like it for me.

If that.

Makes me sleepy.

Dopey.

Probably why I'm sleeping late this week.

That and the remnants of that cold I told you about.

And reading books into the inky depths of the stygian night.

I'll probably settle for raking leaves and hope that tomorrow will be another nice day.

Orphan Annie assures me that it will.

As does Scarlet O'Hara.

And Pollyanna.

Emily, of course does not worry about the weather.

Weather -
Is that thing with wet feathers -
That tracks mud on tour carpet.

Bike ride spec log (splog)

O.K.
Got a ride in.
Here to Boeing field than down the Green a bit to monster road then sort of along the Black into Renton through Fred Meyer's parking lot and on to Rainier blvd to Holyoke and back to here again.
14.2 miles
1:28:04 trip time
9.6 avg speed including several gear change and chain loss incidents.
40.2 maximum speed.

I found a delightful back road with nice curves and a terrific long steep hill (see max speed)

O.K. only 15 miles but it was a relative breeze.
Coulda done two of 'em.
Musta been still a bit sub-meteorological last outing.

Here's Spot,




Whifty as that front bumper looks, it's (was) still a lot stronger than any thing it was fastened to.