how did that happen?
so they arrested some terrorist who were planning to blow up some things at the frankfort airport on sept. 11th. WE WILL BE AT THE FRANKFORT AIRPORT ON SEPTEMBER 11TH.
so hopefully they caught all the terrorists, not just a few of them. hopefully the guy with the big bag of explosives is safely locked up somewhere.
everything is brown and parched here and i can’t remember the last time it rained. it’s supposed to rain any minute now; at 7:40 there was an 80 percent chance that it’d be raining at eight o’clock. it wasn’t. earlier today it rained about four drops. while i was trying to dig up carrots.
i guess i’d like to know why carrots don’t cost 10 bucks a pound. it was HORRIBLE trying to dig up the carrots. they DID NOT WANT TO COME OUT OF THE GROUND. i used my digging thing, i know there’s a simple word for it, a trowel? not a spatula. but i kept digging and many of the carrots SNAPPED in two so i had to leave half of them in the ground.
i’d just watered, right before it rained, so some of the carrots were muddy, and then i got all muddy, making it even more difficult to try to pull up the other carrots.
now i have a whole bunch of carrots. or half-carrots. i made a carrot cake today with CARROTS RIGHT OUT OF THE GARDEN, but it didn’t taste different than one made with store-bought carrots. and the recipe only called for four carrots. i feel that the rest of them will probably rot. unless mom takes them, and then they can rot in her fridge instead of mine.
i have to bike tomorrow. it’s really really supposed to rain, but kevin said i should ride in the rain, as long as it’s not raining too hard. hmm, that doesn’t sound particularly appealing to me. especially because it seems that i’m suddenly getting way way less graceful than usual. today i dropped something, i can’t remember what, on the floor, only it landed right on the edge of the cat dish and broke it. tonight i dropped the glass sugar bowl (filled with splenda), spilling copious amounts all over the floor. the bowl didn’t break, though, because it landed on my foot. it hurt like hell, and i’ll probably have painful bruise in a day or two and won’t remember how i got it. like my toe – my toe really hurt and i suddenly had a vague memory of smacking into something, but i couldn’t remember what.
so you see why i’m hesitant to ride my bike in the rain with all that slippery pavement all over the place.
we’re going to ride 25 miles on saturday, and then 24 miles in the “springfield century” on sunday. that should be good, because they have rest stops with snacks. it’s a race where you can go 16, 24, 60 or a hundred miles. kevin has ridden 100 miles before. i have no intention of ever riding that many miles at one time.
because that sounds like torture.
i must sleep now.
ok then,
grace h.