4onaQuarter

I can’t help it–I’m feeling slightly smug.  For the first time ever, I had a completely carfree day while hubby actually drove the car.  This is the guy that rides in the freezing rain, so this never happens (and now that I wrote this, you can be sure it will never happen again).

Hubby woke up and took the girls to church–in the car–while I packed up for brunch with some lovely ladies over at Mme Paulita’s maison.  It was only about an eight mile ride and the weather was too perfect to miss (especially after our unreasonably long winter).  Plus, there were promises of candied bacon.  So I loaded up the basket on the Red Ryder and set out.

Homemade pear bread in a basket

The ride was mostly perfect, except for a slight detour due to bad Google Maps directions.   I felt like a caged bird set free after such a long break and the sun, though slightly warmer than expected, did my soul good.  The goal was to work on some crafty stuff, but unfortunately Jesse had a school commitment so I had to head out early.  I decided to head home via bus, as the bus stop was right around the corner and lets out at my street.  The bus ride home was equally nice, exposing me to parts of the route I’ve yet to see.

When I got home, Jesse loaded up–again, in the car–and headed out to manage a road clean-up project with his students.

So there you have it.  I’m pretty sure this will become one of those legendary he said/she said memories still battled out even as the marriage approaches the golden anniversary.  But, once upon a time, I rode my bike all day while my husband stayed in his little cage.