Final Cry For Help

 I haven’t had any takers for the babysitting position offered last week and things have not improved much. As you will remember, a couple of weeks ago I went up to Mom’s condo and forgot to take a change of clothes including no clean underwear. I also forgot the bike pump and a spare tube so that killed the first on-the-road bike ride since “the dive”. The realtor selling our condo wanted to have an open house Sunday so I cleared out and went up to Hudson again this past Saturday. I was careful to take plenty of clothes to change into but at mile 65 I realized I had forgotten the key to Mom’s condo. I panicked and called brother Bob on the cell. Luckily he and Debra were at the flea market and said they would love to cut their free time alone to let me in with Bob’s key. There are a couple of spare keys there so it worked out well.

I had ridden the bike on the trainer Saturday before I left so Sunday was run day. I got up to run and realized I hadn’t taken any running clothes. Luckily I had taken my running shoes so I ran in a cotton t-shirt and my workout shorts. You runners know that flabby legs rubbing together cause chafing and, to avoid the famed chafing incident of 2002, I searched all over and found Mom’s Vaseline. Without getting too crude you runners also know that a cotton shirt on a man’s cold erect nipples (temp was in the 40’s) causes painful chafing too. I wish I had remembered to put Vaseline there.

Mom had made some chocolate covered peanuts (one of my favorites) in Grand Rapids at Bill’s place and asked if I would take some down to Bob. I said no because I knew they would never make it and I’m trying to lose a few pounds. Good move except Mom left home-made turtles in her fridge in Hudson. Sorry Mom but 5 more seem to have vanished.

I rode the mountain bike on the bike trail for the first time today. I only went 15 miles. It felt great and I didn’t feel apprehensive. However the bike would skip a couple of teeth every 2  1/2 turns of the crank so I was a little nervous that the chain would break when I was down at the turn-around (10 miles from the car) and I cut it a little short. With a mile to go the skipping stopped. With all these fiascos I’m headed home. I plan to leave here on the 13th and arrive on the 14th. I’ll adjust the days based on the weather going through the driving route. Turn the lights on so I’ll know when I’m in Hastings.

Ta Ta

Just Jack

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