Remember when I told you I was participating in a 52 week photo challenge?
I think I lied.
It would seem that I am a bad challenge participant. Very bad.
I am also very bad at balancing my checkbook, but that's a post for another day.
I am, however, a very good flower buyer. I'm pretty sure these gorgeous ranuculus will back me up on that. Please join me in pretending that this week's photography theme is pretty pink flowers.
While we're on the subject of my bad self, last week I came to the undeniable conclusion that I have officially been living in the country for too long.
On Friday, I spent a day in the city. Part of that day took me downtown.
You know. Downtown.
Where the one-way streets are.
We don't have one-way streets in the country. We have one lane streets, but not one way streets.
Apparently there's a distinct difference.
Or so I've been told.
While I was downtown, there also may or may not have been an incident involving the opening of a car door at the precise moment that a bicyclist just happened to be speeding by my newly (and expertly, if I say so myself) parallel parked car.
You might be tempted to think that particular scenario would be a bad thing, but apparently it wasn't that big of a deal because he just kept waving at me as he was riding away. Although in hindsight, I suppose he could have been doing something besides waving. It was kind of hard to tell though, because he was wearing mittens. And then there's the fact that he was also yelling something that I couldn't understand. Or maybe I simply chose not to understand.
Hmmm. I'm probably going to have to rethink the whole waving thing. And quite possibly the whole driving downtown thing.
Dear Bike Cyclist,
Country drivers are not used to having to check for bikes before they open their doors.
There are no bike lanes in the country.
I promise that I have learned my bike awareness lesson.
Did I mention that he was wearing mittens?
That pretty much sums up the exciting events of the last week, unless you want to talk about the fact that my hubby and I are currently in the middle of knock down, drag out ping pong tournament. Until my recent slump, we've been pretty evenly matched.
Yes. I said ping pong. Meadowbrook Farm is a happening place, people.
Have a wonderful Monday!