Connecticut Wedding

In early October, I had the most fun I have had in a long time watching two great people start their new life together in marriage with the added bonus of having my parents there too. To those of you who have been to Hartford, I know what your thinking: It is not possible to have that much fun. But this experience proves that if you have the right people with you, you can have fun even in Hartford.

Winners of the anniversary dance and my parentsThe Happy Couple, my wife's brother and his new brideDancing (and singing?) Queens, my beloved, her sis, and her mum (and my Dad about to knock someone's lights out?)The second happiest man in the room (my father-in-law and his wife).

Maybe the second best wedding ever.

It has come to my attention by way of my blog follower that the recent change in blog content may be indicative of a change in medication. Alas, I am still under the influence of the usual foreign substances. Although I had been feeling a bit overwhelmed, which lead to the perception that I had been neglecting the blog. So I decided I needed to post something quickly. Upon review, I can see that my blogging frequency is within my typical range. Therefore my fear that I was drifting from my habit of writing was unfounded. It seems that there are reasons for writing a blog other than entertaining my single follower or staying in the habit of writing. In my desperation to find a subject to write about when none of the usual fare was to hand, I clenched onto events within the mundaneness of my daily existence. It turns out that things like bicycle locks, cycling ahead of rain showers, and daily aches from my previously limber muscles occupy much more of my thoughts than the major events I usually blog about. I can see now that the blog also serves as a snapshot of my personal history. It may remind me at a later time of where I was applying my energy. So I am at a blogging crossroad, which is fortunate for me because I love the word 'crossroad'. Mmmm, crossroad. But it may be unfortunate for my reader. Perhaps this blogging crossroad is implies something deeper... or is it a cigar that's just a cigar?

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No sudden movements, please

Thankfully, my head isn't getting any bigger. I looked at my helmet a few seconds after taking it off and I watched it slowly creeping down in size. Phew! That mystery being solved, I only have one more bicycle related nonmystery to report: I pulled a muscle in my back whilst loading it into the lift this morning. I suspect it was my twisting to catch the backpack slipping off my shoulder as I hoisted the bike onto its hind wheel. Learning outcome: strap into the pack before the lift. It is a pretty tiny muscle. I only feel it when I has to make a sudden movement or if I try to demonstrate the position I was in when it happened. Hope I can sleep.

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No hints, just a big head

So this morning, the lock mechanism came out with the key. Mystery solved. Here's another bicycle related mystery. For the past week, I have had to expand my helmet liner one more notch. I just noticed yesterday that if my head gets any bigger, I am going to have to get another helmet as I am on the next to the last notch. Any thoughts on that one?

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Hint?

This morning my bike lock would not open. I could get the key into the lock, but it would not turn. I tried many times. I tried shaking, banging, jiggling, everything in my stuck lock repertoire… nothing. I know, I know, my stuck lock repertoire is pretty lousy. But the end result is that I had to take the train to work. Upon my return home, the lock now opens fine. There is this rattling noise when the lock moves. I am not sure why. Maybe somebody stuck something in there. It would have to be pretty small. I tried it a million times and it opened every time. Now what was that all about?

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