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Sweet and Salty Chocolate Banana Ice Cream has peanuts in it, and I found out the hard way. My tongue is thick, my throat feels like it does when I have strep, my chest is tight, and I have allergy medicine. I hate this.

Every once in a while, after maybe being exposed to nuts, without issue, I wonder whether I still have allergies to peanuts.  Then something like this happens, and I know that I do.  And this time, it feels worse than just having my tongue get thick.  My throat is closed up a bit, too.

I can still breathe and everything, but I am aware of discomfort, and I spent half an hour freaking.  When I talk, I sound like I have a cold, because my tongue is awkward.

And I am cross, because the packaging pictures emphasized the chocolate and the banana, without showing nuts in the picture.  Yes, I know I ought to check the ingredient list every single time, and I didn't, and here are my natural consequences, right now.  It's just at Jeni's ice cream, they have salty ice creams that have nothing to do with nuts.

And my poor husband, who offered me the taste spoon from his bowl, is upset, too.  It's weird, because I didn't immediately recognize the taste, and only really "got" it because I saw a nutty smear in the ice cream in the bowl.

Sour grapes says the taste wasn't even nummy enough to make this worth it, either.

Went out on the yellow bike tonight, sans Sparkle, who was more interested in her Wii.
The weather was cool, the trail crunchy with brown dried leaves.  Oh, where is the fall splendor?  Dull browns.
Saw a possum scuttle across the road.  A small yip dog ran from my bike until it got back into its yard, than yolf-ed at me, sounding like someone with asthma during a bad cold.

The children of the Nerf incident saw me, and smiled and nodded.

I saw two picnics, one at the start of my trail, one at the second road across the bridge.  I noted both parties were very segregated:  men in one camp, women in another camp, male children on one side of the yard, girl children on the other.  Only the dogs seemed to travel between them.

I saw a wooly worm crawling across the trail..  I least, I think it was one.  It was the right shade of brown, but not a bit of black on it, other than its black head and feet.  What does that mean for winter, oh, prognosticator?

Coming into our drive, I stopped and chatted with my neighbor.  She wanted to know why I was on the yellow bike, which is a bit short for me, really.  I said it was due to the fact that I was plum lazy, and that if Sparkle wasn't on board, I didn't want to haul the trailer around rattling at me.
She laughed at the "plum lazy," because anyone plum crazy enough to go out as much as I did wasn't lazy.  I told her I had just finished ride 65.  We got into a discussion of mom jeans then.

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Actual start:
Today was a busy parenting day:  help homework, pick up the kiddo from band practice, go to Sparkle's Open House to meet her current and future teachers, medicine pickup at the store, and by Goodness!  A bike ride.

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The curve under the trees was dark, but it lightened up just past it.  I miss the fireflies.  Clouds came on the west sky as I parked my bike in the garage, and then it was night time.  Made it under the wire!

I am *so* frustrated that LJ won't "cut" my cut tags right any more!  It puts the cuts at the top, and I cannot move my uncut words back up over them, and frustrated Judi is frustrated!

( Fall is brown and dry this year. )
It being a lovely day, cool and breezy, I took the opportunity to ride on out on the boys' yellow bike, Sparkle being more interested in the swings outside and LEGO Star Wars inside.



I'm a bit achy in my calves.  It's been too long between my last few rides.  Still, all the same, I was able to go to the second road and back pretty easily.

Skies dark and forbidding.  Atmosphere spits when I walk outside.  Strong gusts of wind, sudden.  Trees lashing.

Not the time for biking, sadly.  So, not going.  (Pouts.)

( Jump In With Me! )So, after a long bit of not swimming after J left for the West, Sparkle got me back to the Y tonight, for the ChildWatch pool time.  We arrived to find the inside pool closed and locked up, but the outside pool was open.  It was in the seventies, on a school night, so it wasn't crowded at all.

( For my day, and trip, remove the Joo-Janta Peril-Sensitive Cut Tag )So, this is the birthday upon which for at least one year, I am the epitome of the Answer to the Ultimate Question to the Life, the Universe, and Everything.






All in all, a most satisfactory birthday.

I picked up my bike from the repair shop today.  The guy who helped me was bemused that it was pre-paid, but grinned at how pleased I was to get my bike back.  I heard him chuckle as I got on it on the sidewalk in front of the shop, and rode back to the parking lot behind it.



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My darling husband says he will look into putting the trailer back on the blue bike soon now, so Sparkle and I can ride again.  I'm looking forward to it!  (But it's gonna be a LOT more work!)

 and the bees, and the butterflies, and the squirrel in the tree.

( Cinderella and Snow White together couldn't have seen more birds than I did! )

All in all though, it was a lovely ride.  When I'm at my folks', I plan on walking with my dad and Sparkle on a daily basis.  He likes to go across a dam and through woods.  His favorite joke is that he's going on his dam walk again.

 Got up this morning to get the trash out to the curb, and discovered that it was still in the sixties.  I took the opportunity to hop on my bike and pedal down the path.

( bright paths! )

This got me ready to do my homework from my teacher training class in reading.  I'll be sitting down with Sparkle to read with her and see how it goes now that I have my plan ready.