Helper Number One would be Ken, who I talked into fixing a flat on my bike, which I know is not rocket science, but do I like doing it - no!!! Being the pathetic helpless female that I am, not only did I have him fix it, but casually walked away from the whole scene, not even feigning remote interest in the whole endeavor. This did not sit well with my bike mechanic, who promptly called me to the scene of the crime and made me watch (and hopefully learn). I am afraid next time this happens he may make me fix the flat myself. I'll have to see how I would get around that one. With the bike fixed, the "Red Rocket" was immediately taken out for a spin on the Minuteman Bikeway and attached back-road trails all the way out to Concord, Mass (and back), and my sorry self, who has been so out of shape due to my heel injury and a prolonged period of sloth and indolence, got herself so exhausted that nap time started early, at precisely 8 PM on Sunday evening.
I have since embarked on a bike regimen that will help get that sorry little body of mine in better fighting shape, and taken the long way to work, exactly 10 miles longer than usual, riding along the Charles River Esplanade out to Mt Auburn Hospital and back. By the time I get into work, I am usually ready for the first nap of the day, and could use some caffeine, pronto.
Helper Number Two would be Chris, who also caved in to one of my pleas for help - I had promised to take him out to dinner if he fixed my wireless setup at home, which I had managed to destroy all on my own. Note to self: When the computer asks, "Are you sure you want to delete this file?" - double check!!! Chris was a genius, fixed the wireless problem, and sooner rather than later, we headed to the East Side Bar and Grille, my local hangout of choice (literally a short half block from my house). Great bar and a nice dining room, good Italian food and some big screen TVs for the sports enthusiasts.
Not to forget Milton, who has been moral support and shopping consultant for all things related to hiking - we are planning a winter ascent of Mt Washington, and yours truly will have to acquire some fancy gear such as an ice axe, crampons, and other expensive items.
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you - to the three of you.
Last weekend to a good degree was spent with the wretched application to retain my German citizenship, but there is only so much bureaucracy one can take on a weekend. The first stop after my escape was a lovely meal at the newest cutest little lunch spot called “The Spotted Apron” (
Saturday evening found me surrounded by Germans, again, this time the German language group, which consisted mostly of Americans who for one reason or another spoke German, wanted to speak German or were dragged there by their friends and partners before they could say “nein”. There was even I guy from India there, who did not do badly with the Mother Tongue. The meeting was held at the Asgard Irish Pub in Cambridge (http://www.classicirish.com/asgard_about.html), reasonable walking distance for me and after the couple of beers I had, a good thing. It was a fun night, with a variety of unexpected topics that were discussed (I remember goiters being one of them). Plans were made (and from the follow-up emails I got, I think these people are serious) for a Spaetzle workshop (in which apparently I am playing a key role) and a field trip to the German butcher on Route 1 in Saugus.
Sunday, as promised, Ruth, Georges and I met up at 75 Chestnut (
My friends, I am about to head out to California for the weekend for the wedding of my friends Chris and Brad and will send the tales from Napa Valley next week.
Tata….
Pet:)
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