July 25, 2000
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Cycle 9, Day 26
Temp: 98.0
Cervical Mucus: None
Cervix: Low, closed, firm


Just in case you were curious, I've lost about five pounds since I bought the bicycle, just from riding back and forth to and from work. Not a lot of weight, compared to what I really need to lose, but for relatively little expense of effort, I'm happy with the results.

Eric is also sold on the whole bike idea. A couple of days ago, I finally managed to get him to try my bike out; mind you, he hasn't ridden for even longer than I had not, so he was facing a much larger learning curve. He managed to make it around the block about four times before capsizing and giving himself large strawberries on his knee and his ankle.

"I was just a little surprised that you didn't even try to put out a hand to catch yourself," I said to him later.

"How would that have helped? I would have just wrecked my hand, too," he replied.

"I didn't say it would have helped, just that I was surprised that you didn't even try."

After being completely opposed to ever getting back on the seat of a bike again for a few hours, he finally admitted that he'd enjoyed the riding experience for the most part. By last night, he had decided that he really wanted to get one of his own, so we're officially shopping for another bike. It could take some time before we become a biking family, though; Eric is a much pickier consumer than I've ever been. Until we've viewed just about every man's bike for sale in the Toledo metropolitan area, we won't be buying anything. Frankly, I think it was the prospect of the bicycling gear - odometers, bells, and bike pouches - that, in the end, enticed him.

"Hey, Eric, I found just what you'll need when we finally get your bike..."

"Barbie knee and elbow pads! Very funny, dear."


The Summer Reading Program is swiftly coming to an end. (Yeah, we don't really count August as part of "summer," per se; it's just the time when everybody at the library takes their vacations before school, and the accompanying hysteria, resumes.) There were surprisingly few kids in the library at all today. Somebody told me that most of the families go on vacation at the end of July, when the community theater production is finished. If that can explain why my storytime attendance dropped from twenty kids to six, I'll eat my dinosaur hand puppet.

Well, we had a good time anyway, so there! Those truant kids missed out on singing "Six Little Ducks," and it serves them right.

In other library news, that fear I had that all the book shuffling would end up as a huge waste of time has been quite realized. We'll be moving across town sometime this fall. We found an old Ace Hardware building whose owner is willing to rent it to us for a year. There will be plenty of room, so we'll be able to continue having storytimes and other activities - a huge relief, since I wasn't relishing having to tell some of the more rabid mothers that storytimes would be cancelled until the new building was ready.

I don't even want to begin thinking about having to pack up the whole library and move it.

I really don't want to think about unpacking it. Oh, my.

To quickly change the subject away from that particular nightmare before I begin shuddering uncontrollably, go and take a look at the ever-so-adorable projects that my teen web design class cooked up. Be forewarned that some of these kids are apparently unfamiliar with the concept of "eye-strain" in the realm of how it applies to color combination.

Boss-Lady has begun to make noises about starting a longer-running HTML class for the teens sometime later this year. I must say, the idea of having even a few more days in which to teach the kids is most appealing. Two hours is simply not enough time when the classes are made up of hyperactive teenagers who can't type.


This new crochet hobby is wonderfully absorbing. I have to admit that the reason my updates have been a tad sporadic recently is that I've been sitting on the floor of the living room, completely enthralled by my stitchery. To be honest, my "proto-afghan," as Eric has taken to calling it, is no more than a rather wide scarf at the moment, but it's growing a little bit each day. "Someday," I tell him, "we'll have an actual blanket to keep us warm."

I am curious, however, about the expense that I've suddenly realized is awaiting me. This little proto-afghan has already taken two skeins of yarn. Assuming that skeins are a couple of dollars each, how much money will I be putting into each project? I think Eric's even more curious than I am on this point. Perhaps I'm paying too much for yarn? I honestly don't know; yarn has never been a main staple on my shopping lists until now.

I bought a pattern book, considering that the "easy for beginners" patterns at the end of my instruction book were anything but simple. Mile-A-Minute Afghans seems much more approachable, though the idea of having to create each afghan in multiple strips seems a bit counterintuitive right now. I can't wait to start; the ladies at the craft store are starting to recognize me by my armfuls of yarn that I've bought for those future projects.

Someday, should Eric's work take us to company headquarters in Wisconsin, we'll be able to keep warm by either wrapping ourselves in my beautiful handmade blankets or by burying ourselves in rolls and rolls of yarn. The end result would be much the same, so I'm not worrying about the cost for now.

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