Hi folks, I only came back today for one reason: To show off my latest photos of collections.
HA! That’s not true!
Well, it IS true in that I do plan to show off some pictures in my typically narcissistic Gregblood fashion, but that’s not the ONLY reason I’ve come back for a fourth consecutive day. I also wanted to say something about yesterday’s post. Here it is:
That post was pathetic. This morning I looked back at it objectively, and it sounded like the voice of a whiny, woe-is-me-I’ve-got-nobody-to-talk-to-and-I’ve-worn-out-my-welcome, little crybaby. Worst of all, it sounded like I was fishing for compliments.
Please allow me to set the record straight. I’m really not that way. I’m really not even all that much of a social person at all, even when there is no Covid. I do have friends though, and as I said, we maintain some contact from either a safe distance or via text message. But none of them are bike riders. You Cycle-365ers are my bicycling friends and I appreciate all of the supportive messages to that pathetic post. And I very much appreciate that Scott said I don’t have to pay any more than the $50 per month everybody else has to pay, even though I am a more excessive contributor.
Unfortunately for you, you get what you ask for. Here are today’s pictures and stories of Collections.
I rode up the trail from river level and I came across some evidence that the mysterious woman who has been shedding clothing all over the Cycle-365 world has returned to MY Town.
Speaking of dumping loads, I should warn you that the next picture might be offensive to some people. If you are sensitive to graphic images of dumped loads, please discontinue reading this post.
One last thing in regard to my Covid infected neighbors. They are great people and they are the only neighbors we have much interaction with. They wear their masks in public places and endorse all Covid protocols. Unfortunately, against everything they believe in, they had their daughter and boyfriend over for Thanksgiving.
Nobody knows if Steve got the virus from his co-worker and passed it on to everybody else in the house, or if the daughter and boyfriend brought it over from Milwaukee. It doesn’t really matter, they all got it, and they are now the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th people I know who got it.
Last night, the Feeshko and I dropped off dinner on their front porch. I don’t know if they cared much for the food, but Steve’s wife texted that she’s been craving carbonation and thanked us most emphatically for the Sierra Mist.
I’ve got to go now. I’m getting that imaginary scratchy throat feeling again.