Not the Firth
‘Tis not the Firth of Forth; but somehow that’s what I end up thinking when I hear, Fourth of July.
The Fourth got an early start in my neighborhood. Saturday night I heard someone setting off fireworks; and it’s not something I enjoy. Going for a ride on any firework-y holiday has me a bit on edge. I don’t know when someone might toss an explosive my way without looking; and I don’t need to get an eye blown out, or an eardrum ruptured.
Today I’m taking it easy. It was great to not have to get up at 4:30 am! By 10:00 am I was debating whether to go for a short spin on the road bike; but the sky was getting very cloudy by then.
When I went to the supermarket last Saturday I forgot to get lemons; so I took a short ride with the hybrid to the closest store and bought two. I like to use lemon juice to stretch salad dressing; and I like the tang that lemon provides.
I was home from that mini-ride by 9:00 am; and already there was a big cloud building up in the Northeast. It had the kind of appearance that makes me nervous about lightning.
I didn’t want to go riding at that time anyway, because I had to cook the Chickiflower! “Chicki” is my latest culinary experiment; and it let me get rid of two cans.
It’s not the Firth; but maybe it’s a little bit cooler there! It was 86 degrees by 10:20 am; and the heat index was 98! Even that is cooler than last week’s temperatures.
I think I’ll stay in for now; and keep cool. The cloud cover helps!