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What’s going on in my life
When I woke up this morning everything outside was so pretty I grabbed my camera and almost walked out the door naked. Something about the light at 6:30 AM says “take the photo now or forget it.” Click on the thumbnails to enlarge: In the photos, taken outside our front door and in the back […]
Woke up two days ago somehow aware of my nasal cavity. My goodness, the inside of my head is full of strangely-shaped passages and sinuses, I thought. That awareness was a sign; sure enough, as the day progressed, the recesses and folds inside my head became hot, then itchy, then sore. Not a week ago […]
After last Saturday’s ride I noticed oil leaking from the forks of my mountain bike. I took it in to the shop to have it fixed, and while there asked them to put a pair of skinnier tires on it … the fat knobbies were worn down to nothing and needed replacing, but since I […]
God, have I been neglecting the blog lately! Of course if I don’t blog every day I feel neglectful … that Puritan streak of mine is a mile wide. No theme today; just a bag full of miscellaneous thoughts. One of my sisters is mad at me for picking on Missouri. Well, I pick on […]
The pin (left) came on the Cultie’s keychain. I’m trying to figure out whether it’s Ducati-related or if I can throw it away. It reminds me of the pin I use to release the slide on my 9mm pistol when I want to clean it. Any Ducati experts out there? I tried to post this […]
A shopping bag seems appropriate for this update, because I have in fact been shopping: for used motorcycle parts, raspberry iced tea, a pair of moccasins, a wifi range extender … The smell of consumer lust permeates Casa Paul. These days I do most of my shopping online, mainly through Amazon and eBay. I used […]
The Ducati lives again: new brakes, battery, and tires; carburetors fixed; lots of small but essential parts replaced. I picked it up yesterday morning. I rode it around the neighborhood yesterday afternoon. The frame is small and the riding position too sporty for a big guy like me, but it should fit our daughter well. […]
Mount Lemon, that would be, just a 26-mile ride from my home at the base of the Santa Catalinas in northeast Tucson. We finally had a good monsoon rainstorm yesterday, and when I woke up this morning the sky was still overcast. I decided to get the Goldwing ready for a ride anyway, and that turned […]