7and8

7or8 (I can't tell) documents my shoe and the lens cap in a July photo safari.

We are riding in the car and listening to the iPod shuffle along. Journey's 'Faithfully' comes on and gets to the lighter igniting "Whoa-oh uh-ohs"; 8 asks if it was a Tarzan song.





If you need help connecting the dots read on for the thread of logic.



Tarzan has his Tarzan call / yell.
Steve Perry has a more laid-back and markedly higher pitch call that seems to use the same sounds.

I was at the grill about a month ago listening to the townies have their breakfast and gossip. Everyone I eavesdropped on was bitching about something. Their job, family, money they made (because they didn't make more), car, side walks, government (local and federal), religion, ethnic groups and every other damn thing under the sun. But this wasn't the first time I'd heard such goings on. It happens all of the time. Why don't we hear about the good things in life? Why, when we see a friend or talk to family after we've been apart for a while and ask the obvious question, "How's it goin'?" we get to hear about their gout or hemorroids or bosses with bad weaves. Why is it socially unacceptable to say, "It's going great, if my life where any better there would have to be two of me." Ok, fair is fair...we do hear that from time to time. But it doesn't make up for the standard, unsolicited laundry list of ass-chap. Here is to Jason! He had a great reflection on his great life and is happy. Bravo sir and God Bless you, your wife and your spouse (just because you are happy and appreciate it doesn't mean I can't bust your balls).

Cheers.

I tell you what. You crank along thinking you are doing alright by yourself. But there is nothing like getting out on a ride with a group to prove to yourself how much you can do and what needs work.

Day of firsts/bests:

Increased Max top speed from 38.5 mph to 40.7 mph -Soon I'll make the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.
Increased distance ridden in a single ride from 33 miles to an astonishing 45.21 miles.
Had and fixed first road f-l-a-t (I can't say it without jinxing).

Here's to Joe, Dennis and Nick!

I never noticed the medicine I routinely give 8 had a distinctive smell. Nothing pungent or particularly offensive it just never registered with me.
Poor little 8 was sick this week and coughed so much he threw-up. I got over the sympathy puke years ago with 7. Of course the vomit smell registered, I may be immune or have a callous but I'm not dead.
The next day I'm giving 8 the medicine that will make him all better and notice the smell. At first I thought it was the rug and that it needed to be cleaned again/thrown out. Then I realized the smell was closer; as if I was holding it in my hand. I now know what it smells like from the bottle and from the digestive system. Remarkably they are not very different smells. As a matter of fact the only difference is now when I smell the medicine I think of vomit.