That was a rather lame weekend.  Or maybe just too quick.  I’m not ready for another week, that’s for sure.  Friday we sort of took it easy;  I’ll blame the heat.  Rolled down to the Brooksider to say hi to everybody, then down to Jalapenos for some dinner.  Dinner was good though.  We finally remembered to get there for “chicken verde burrito” night, my favorite.  After dinner we went home and Donette insisted we have “movie night.”  Despite my reluctance, she turned on “Julia & Julia.”  I fell asleep twenty minutes into it so I’m not sure how it turned out;  I do remember I didn’t like the little bit I saw.

Saturday was a little slow getting started.  As far as I can remember, we wasted the entire morning.  Later in the afternoon, Donette headed off to the pool and I stayed home and “helped” our friend Tom work on our plumbing.  I was on my own for evening entertainment, as Donette was down at the boats gambling away our retirement plan.  I elected to hit the Brooksider for an hour or so, then bought some chicken and went home to grill up some dinner.  I went with a “Phil” style of menu, which I don’t get when the wife is home.  My dinner consisted of 3 grilled chicken thighs.  Sides just dirty up more dishes, I have no use for them.  After that delicious meal, I retired to the couch to watch the Royals, somehow managing to even watch the entire game.

Sunday I got up and left the house at the unholy hour of 5:30 to go pick up Munkirs for a bike ride.  We were heading out to Louisburg Kansas for the Cider Mill Century ride.  Our plan was to ride the 50 mile route;  Optimistic but workable.  The first 1/2 was all good, easy even.  We managed a solid 17 mph average speed, which is pretty zippy for us.  Things got dicey after the second rest stop.  The trouble started when Munkirs decided to use a real pump to air up his tires.  (As opposed to the little portable thing he usually uses.)  He got 140 lbs. of pressure in his tires and I never saw him again for the rest of the ride.  Just couldn’t keep up.  I seriously think the guy has been riding on flat tires all summer.  I finished the whole 50 miles though.  Unfortunately I was “done” at about 40 miles, I’m not entirely sure how I finished the last ten.  After a pleasant first half, the second half was ridiculously hilly.  The last ten or fifteen miles were just plain disheartening.  You’d turn a corner and there would be a huge hill in front of you.  Struggle to the top of one hill, and see another right there.  It got old, and of course by that time it was hot and brutally humid.  We made it back though, if only because that’s where the car was and we had no other choice.  They served lunch after the ride, but we took a pass on that;  I just wanted out of the sun at that point.  After that bit of exercise, I didn’t do much the rest of the day.  Come to think of it, I didn’t do a darn thing.  Watched the Royals on TV and…  Yep that was about it.