I didn't sleep well again. It was probably due to the sweets and alcohol at the evening potluck.
I stayed up late and worked on the day's journal. Then I was too wired to sleep until the morning.
When I got up I didn't get dressed right away or wash up or anything.... I made coffee.
I asked George what he wanted for breakfast, oatmeal or eggs. "Eggs," he said.
Now making eggs and toast in our mini kitchen is a lesson in timing and coordination.
I need to use the toaster-oven to make toast.
I got it done, though. George was satisfied.
I worked on checking our accounts, responding to email, drafting an email for the bike group back home.
I get lovely emails from friends supporting us on our jouney. One friend wrote she was looking forward to our return so we could ride and eat together. She sent hugs.
Another friend who is becoming a caretaker for her husband with Alzheimer's wrote (I have changed the names to protect their identity),
"You are my hero!
George surfed Facebook and news on his ipad and then he came and just sat watching me work.
ARG! I feel rushed. I feel like I should be doing something with him. I feel I have to plan an activity. I need to be in two places at once!
I decide I will work on planning our week later. We needed to get out an enjoy the day. But first we had to eat because it was already almost noon.
So I made taco salads with the left-over chili and veggies.
Then we slathered on the sun screen and pulled our bikes out for a ride.
I didn't know where we were going. I figured we would just follow the bike routes and bike lanes and bike paths. And when we had about 20 miles in I would pull out my ipad and map our way back home.
Easy Peezy! No plan, just go.
We are staying in a quiet neighborhood and many of the neighbors have landscaped in native plants so there is little or no watering required.
We went through neighborhoods where watering was the norm.
I was following signs to Valmont City Park. But somewhere along the way the signs stopped. I asked a guy on a bike how to get there and he said he was going there and led the way. I had missed a turn.
At one point he stopped and tried to verbally give me directions.... too many obscure turns.
Again he said, "I'll take you there."
Valmont City Park it turns out, is a dog park and a dirt-bike park. So there are lots of trails of varying ability with little hills to jump over curves to take.
I was stopping at play grounds and doing bench dips or push ups. George and I climbed up this rope ladder and tried to do some modified pull ups. Then the kids showed up, so we got down and let them have it.
I told George, "We need to have an adult play ground in our neighborhood."
Off we went in search of other trails and roads and parks.
Below is a sample of the many signs on the bike trail system in the Boulder area.
We saw a plane pulling a glider.
When I saw this little figure on a trail information kiosk, I had to turn around and take a picture. As I was taking this picture a glider went right above the treetops over our heads.
"Did you see that?" I asked George. He smiled and nodded.
Sometimes when you travel without knowing the area and without a plan... you come to dead ends...
I asked George if he was getting hungry. I was. It was only about 3:30.
He said, "Yes."
I pulled out my ipad and tried to find a restaurant open on Sunday afternoon.
We could have taken a factory tour, but we were hungry. The restaurant had a one-hour wait. So we moved on.
I saw a hospital and I remembered they have cafeterias and they are usually affordable.... so we went into the hospital. The cafeteria was closed.
So I studied the map and saw an Italian restaurant 15 minutes away by bike. So we went there. It was closed, it was in a strip-mall. And nearby was a grocery store.
"Lets just get pasta and sauce and go home and make it. That ok with you?" I asked.
"That's a good idea," said George.
We got broccoli and a honey dew melon too.
I think this was our first time at a King Soopers.
My Ipad ran out of power. Fortunately we had crossed over a road that goes near our "home". I knew if I went down Foot Hills Road I would come to the bike trail overpass by our house.
But, dang, when we reached the overpass there were big walls up between us and the path. So we had to go an extra 4 blocks. No big deal.
George liked it. He rinsed his spoon and asked where to put it. I said, "Let's have you do all the dishes, not just your spoon." I filled the serving bowl with soapy water and I stacked all the dirty dishes on the tiny counter space next to the sink.
He washed and rinsed and placed in a drying rack. I dried and placed the clean dishes on the table until he was done and I could put them in the cabinet above his head. It worked! I just needed to re-train him on how to do the dishes.
This happened at home too. He would just walk up to the sink and rinse a dish, instead of preparing the area by stacking the dirty dishes in one area and then filling a container with soapy water. Sometimes I show him how and it sticks for a long time before he has a day when he just walks up to the sink and rinses one or two things.
After dinner we went for a walk to the store about four blocks away.
I wanted to get postcards. On the way I thought that he used to draw a character when he was in the Navy. I asked George if he remembered how to do it and he did.
I said he could color the post cards himself instead of us sending a picture.
So we found some note-cards that will work.
Outside one of the stores were these brilliant blue flowers. I thought they must be fake. But the closer I looked... Then I touched them and they were very real, soft petals.
Years ago George had told me that the side-walks and curbs are done different in Colorado. The sidewalk is right next to the street. He said when the snow plow goes by it heaps the snow and ice onto the sidewalk. He remembers as a teenager it was very tough shoveling the walk.
Back at our "home" I pulled out the colored pencils we had packed on the trip. George colored four cards before he got tired of it and went to watch a movie on his ipad.
I won't show the cards just yet. It will be a surprise for the recipients!
Tomorrow, I do have a plan! We will drive up to Estes Park and then down to Fort Collins to Rocky Mountain Recumbent Bike shop. And we will probably stop in Loveland at the Stone shop we learned about last night. But we have to get it all done before 6 because there is a meetup in Longmont again... music music music...
Too much for one day? We will go with the flow...