I observed a class at work today, which is an easy gig. No prep, participate only when you want, and we had cookies near the end of session! (The chocolate chips were fresh out of the oven and the chips were still gooey!!)
At one point, the class discussed a person’s “I think” vs his “I feel” as in: I think I need to clean the garage, but I flat don’t feel like it! The theory is: In order to get someone to do something tough, you gotta get the “I feel” and “I think” on the same page. If not the “I feel” will win every time.
I frequently refer to 2015 as the “Year without a winter.” Throughout the beginning of the year, we were unseasonably warm and dry. Riding last year was a pleasure for a cyclist, even if the state paid for it with drought conditions all spring and summer long.
Had myself a bit of a giggle this evening when I was out and about with the Manchild for dinner. Tonight, for something different, we went to Rock Woodfired Pizza. I like the place because it has great pizza, music videos from the 80s (Joan Jett’s I Love Rock and Roll baby!) and really good service.
You know, I really didn’t think it was possible. We western Washington folks have become known for our enjoyment of good coffee, good beer and excellent wine. On days when the snow has flown, and Seattle has in essence shut down, I have seen people trudge to Starbucks for coffee. And I myself have walked through a blizzard for the aforementioned beer.
But yesterday, I found the weather that keeps people away from great wine…
I have mentioned more than once on this blog how much I prefer Washington state weather over the rest of the country (especially where its way to hot and way to humid most of the time (Georgia for ex)). I can ride year round, summer, though too hot for my liking, doesnt melt me, and winters, though chilly, can be survived with just a heavy windbreaker and a gortex hat.
Yes it’s that time again, even though the rest of the country is deals with much worse heat, we, here in Seattle, have been experiencing upper 80s and low 90s all summer. Many of you would kill for temps like this, it would be a relief.
In my last post, A Seattle Kinda Day, I alluded to (ok I admit it, I flat referred to) Atlanta as Hell on Earth. I have a friend who used to live up here in Seattle, but now lives down there, and took me to task for saying that about somewhere I’d never set foot in… Continue reading “Hell on Earth”→