I'm still not fully settled in with my bike stuff, and I've had my fair share of difficulties along the way. I've decided to not turn the screened-in porch into a bike room, so I at least have a vision of what I'm trying to do.
Oh yeah, the screened-in porch. The Pie and I decided that we really kinda like it, and I've figured out how to Tetris a warehouse of shit into an outhouse. Eventually, we'll be empty nesters, so this is a short'ish term solution. Regardless, the decision required lots of staring at the walls and running around with a tape measure... and plenty of distractions.
The other night, The Pie went to bed early. I decided to be super productive and stay up late. I was sorting my shit to stick it up on the pegboard that I managed to wedge into the room behind the kitchen. I realized that the tiny Cateye computer that I use pretty much solely as a time piece for PMBAR was missing.
Dammit.
I looked all over the place and eventually found an unpacked box hiding in the screened-in porch. Success. Computer hung where I could find it later, I started thinking about all my other PMBAR required gear that I used to keep all together in one spot just so I'm not running around looking for it every May.
I find the stuff. Most of it.
I lost my compass. Literally.
I know I just touched it the other day. Now, it's just vanished. It was a small compass on an elastic lanyard that looped in a tidy manner to my bars. I'd had it since college.
So, I lost twenty minutes searching for it before I gave up. I did find a whistle with a built in compass AND thermometer, but it was super bulky... and I have my lucky 1/2 whistle from my first ever PMBAR that has a great backstory. I can't just replace it. Just can't.
So, I went to town on the whistle/compass/thermometer combo.
Pats self on back anyways, finished beer, goes to bed late.
2 steps forwards, 1.85 steps back.
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