like a well-cooked piece of asparagus

I’ve thought about getting out an explosion of words lately, but rarely been in the vicinity of either computer or notebook when that thought showed up.

This last weekend was astoundingly beautiful, after enough rain to start looking to see if an ark might be floating through the park.

Totally random aside: I saw this TV special a while ago about the Noah story, and the actual historical thing seems likely to be this: a guy who had a boat on the Euphrates got caught in a freak rainstorm and swept out into the Persian Gulf.? Yep.

Anyhow, it was sunny, and warm, at least on the south side of the house. On Saturday morning that inspired me to clean the kitchen and my room…a fully clean fridge!? On Sunday it pulled both of us outside….

Together we radically trimmed the grapevine on the fence, including on the neighbor’s side.? (She said, on being asked: “I would love it if you would tackle that thing.”)? A creative and energetic project, since the damn thing was planted by the neighbor 3 tenants ago, and I swear I’m the only person who’s ever trimmed it.

Now it looks stark and architectural.? I think C is somewhat hoping we killed it; me, I’m hoping for it to be lovely and trainable.? (Visions of an arbor.)

And then I took to the garden bed on the west side on the patio, the one that’s always looked like a midden overgrown with flowers, and turned it into something a little more architectural.? Okay, mostly…

Because I let C talk me into an afternoon bike ride…which was totally fscking amazing! He’s much more daring a cyclist than I am, of course, and more willing to go the long and/or difficult route.? I did have a bit of a tumble when he was turning and I didn’t see him turning and my front wheel hit his back wheel and I (mostly) jumped free.? Except I have a achy bruise in almost the exact same spot I hurt the side of my knee before.

And I never did write about the tumble I took last Tuesday riding home: caught my front wheel on the sidewalk and fell perfectly sideways.? Into traffic.? Thankfully, there weren’t any cars *right there* and the cars behind all stopped while I picked up myself & my bike.? But that is a very ugly dark purple bruise on my thigh.

Oh, cycling season. The season of bizarre & semi-mysterious bruises.

On Sunday we rode all the way around Capitol Lake and then had an early dinner at Taco Del Mar.? (I’ve been eating their food for something like 10 years now, starting with the old one in downtown Tacoma!)? It was…words fail to describe…the crisp faux-spring air,? tingling legs, and then just wolfing down a burrito & chips….

Here’s the other thing with C: he’d rather take the big hill home than throw the bikes on the bus, so we rode home, albeit on the most mellow of the roads up the hill.? For once I was willing to let him raise my bike seat a little, and damned if it didn’t help.

Of course Monday was dark & icy, which makes me a little glad I didn’t get around to planting the first of the vegetable seeds.? I made a calendar this year, with help from You Grow Girl. Next weekend I really do need to get the lettuce, peas, and arugula in.

As for the title? Yoga last Thursday was insanely excellent.? (If you’re in the Tacoma area, take Hatha Yoga with Jami Button.)? I’m mildly embarrased to admit it, but for the first time possibly ever in my life, I can touch my toes.

Simpsons fans will then be able to extrapolate the reference.? (Bonus points for knowing which episode.)