dievca is talented on her bike, but Fausto Coppi will always have her beat!
Considering he was an amazing Italian Cyclist who loved his espresso…
dievca spills a good amount of coffee on her rides when she’s not using her travel mugs.
This good looking Huffy Surfside Cruiser in a parking lot offered a solution.
Fun Bike, right? $150.00 on Wal-Mart….but its the cup holder that captured dievca’s attention. Something she needs for her bike.
Your Sir said to ‘hold tight’.
Rejuvenated and ready to try, again.
How ’bout you?
Have a good week!
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That’s how I hold your voice.
-Rumi, trans. by Coleman Barks
Would you like to meet up and eat a Taco?
After the move Master is taking on IKEA bookshelf build detail:
dievca is just so entertained with the thought.
IKEA was a “Defining Moment” in Master and dievca’s Relationship.
(When dievca and Master survived an IKEA piece)
What’s in the sack? What’s in the sack?
Is it some mushrooms or is it the moon?
Is it love letters or downy goosefeathers?
Or maybe the world’s most enormous balloon?
What’s in the sack? That’s all they ask me.
Could it be popcorn or marbles or books?
Is it two years’ worth of your dirty laundry,
Or the biggest ol’ meatball that’s ever been cooked?
Does anyone ask me, “Hey, when is your birthday?”
“Can you play Monopoly?” “Do you like beans?”
“What is the capital of Yugoslavia?”
Or “Who embroidered that rose on your jeans?”
No, what’s in the sack? That’s all they care about.
Is it a rock or a rolled-up giraffe?
Is it pickles or nickels or busted bicycles?
And if we guess it, will you give us half?
Do they ask where I’ve been, or how long I’ll be stayin’,
Where I’ll be goin’, or when I’ll be back,
Or “How do?” or “What’s new?” or “Hey, why are you blue?”
No, all they keep asking is, “What’s in the sack?”
“What’s in the sack?” I’m blowin’ my stack
At the next one who asks me, “What’s in the sack?”
Oh no. Not you, too!
What’s in the sack?