Double

The very last egg in the Jumbo dozen that Isaac bought

also proved to be a double yolk.

That makes 4 out of 12 that were doubles.

The End

Speeding

I used to enjoy my sister's posts about her bike rides. She was always finding new adventures and interesting sights to see. And she always had her camera on hand to document her experiences. I am not as good as she was. But I did have a bicycle adventure the other day sans camera.

On Monday I took Doug's bike out for a little ride. I needed to get some exercise in and I thought I would try it out. I rode out of our community and headed south. When I was almost to Glendale Avenue I turned west and traveled through some parking lots (that way I stayed off the main streets). I crossed 91st Avenue at the light and then turned north. About 1/4 mile later I turned west again and that brought me to the parking lot of Cabella's. I drove around the entire outside contour of the parking lot. That was fun. I also went around the Cracker Barrel parking lot. Then I rode down a dead end road and came back just to extend my distance a little bit. By then I had been going for 15 or 20 minutes. I headed home. I pretty much reversed my route home.

When I got through the parking lots and onto 89th Avenue I was heading north toward Emil Rovey Parkway. On the road I noticed a traffic control device that would flash the speed of a car as it approached (this was in place because Raymond Kellis High School was just up the road). So even though I was almost done with my ride - I was up for getting my speed to register.

As I got closer it flashed 15 mph. I realized at this point that it would register my speed so I started pumping harder. Now it was at 16. OK, faster. 17 I was moving faster - but not fast enough. Keep speeding up - my legs were nearly blurs as I pedaled and pushed myself to go faster. At 18 mph I wanted to stop but not yet - still too slow. I must not be a wimp. Keep . . . going . . . must . . . . go . . . . faster ! Pant. Gasp. Cotton mouth. Sweat pouring. Energy waning. Hair flying. Eyes watering. About to give up - but going all out for one more second.

I DID IT!

I MADE IT!

I GOT TO 20 mph!

I was going so fast I could nearly coast all the way home - not really but the exaggeration sounds good.

I need to do that again sometime.

What a rush!

And I felt reassured that no matter how fast I pedal -

there is not even a remote possibility

that I will be speeding.

What a relief!

What I was doing during lunch

I thought I would answer Lindsey's question about what I was doing during lunch.

I was playing with dry ice.

I went to our favorite ice cream sandwich place called Excel. This place sells all the unique toys, candies, and ice creams that the ice cream men load in their musical ice cream trucks and sell to people all over the valley.

Doug was in charge of the joint mutual activity this month and he wanted ice cream sandwiches for treats. Now these ice cream sandwiches at Excel are super duper ones. They are super duper because they are very large - probably double the size of the ones you get in the regular grocery stores. They are super duper because they have the very large plain vanilla ice cream sandwiches PLUS they have very large neopolitan ones AND very large mississippi mud ones (our favorite hands down). And so I also bought some dry ice to keep the very large and super duper ice cream sandwiches frozen until the evening activity.

Back to playing with dry ice. There were 2 pieces of dry ice that survived the night in our ice chest. So I took them out and put them into a bowl and put some water in and played around. That is what I was doing during lunch.

Fun.