How have you guys been doing with the purging challenge since Monday? Have you fixed up your escape yet? Remember to have a before and after pic ready for Mon AM to join in!
I’ve been a good girl! I’ve cleaned an area each day! Right now, there are 4 big garbage bags bound for the dump, and 3 for the thrift.. from a linen closet and my pantry. Things are drastically improving around here!
Well, today ended up being drop dead gorgeous… is summer back? I’m not sure! It’s been pounding rain over the last while, so there was no way I’d be caught indoors today emptying out some closet! Or cleaning up wood… ugh.
This bridge connects my community to the next. There is a very small pedestrian area to the right. But let’s just say, you wouldn’t want to get caught there with a train whizzing by you full speed ahead.
But I was much braver this round! Aren’t you proud of me?!
(There was a work vehicle on the tracks, so I knew I wouldn’t get run over.)
At the end of the tracks…
MY kinda biking!
Last round, I was warned about carrying a whistle in case wildlife crossed my path.
I did one better. This rusty ‘ol cowbell made the most lovely clinking. And when I didn’t need it clinking, I pinned it quiet with a clothespin.
Some things just can’t change I suppose.
These saddlebag baskets are golden. Highly recommend! They carried a flannel shirt, bottle of water, lock, purse, keys, phone, camera… with room to spare.
And once again, I was surprised at how great my shoes were on those metal grate steps. Effortless walking.
Do you have skechers? (affiliate Amazon link)
Don’t even delay!
I bought them for Disney, got 3 more after that, and haven’t worn anything else since.
But I was distracted… my phone rang when I was at the top of the tower, and at the hilt of a most excellent, gorgeous day, just when you don’t really think things can get much better…
… they do. The call was most interesting. It was about another bucket list item that is waiting for the perfect fit and timing. Will this finally be it? We shall see. It was just neat that a neat thing transpired in a neat place.
Then I hit the road for the local grocery store, where they served homemade soup. Bringing it outside, I ran into Rusty.
Rusty was one of the fellas that encouraged me to go across that train track last round. And to bring the whistle. He was so proud that I crossed the bridge again without fear!
But when I proudly showed him my bell, he fell silent for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he told me of the endearing memories the bell stirred up for him.
That did it. So we sat together outside at the little cafe table, and shared stories. Just like a Norman Rockwell painting. He sure reminded me of my Dad.
And then he took me to his place outdoors and showed me his love for junk in the garden. And that he had a surplus. And that I’d get a call soon.
I can tell the trails, adventures and new friends it’ll help me meet will become invaluable.
and maybe even some intriguing tower news if all goes well.
And all because of a bike…
p.s. Go get a bike!