Doesn't it just figure. I decide that it's time to take a week off the bike and Mother Nature decides to give us here in Georgia what may be the prettiest week in late June/early July we've had in a number of years. Right now the temperature at noon on the back porch of my home (where I'm writing this from) is a lovely 76 degrees with a nice little breeze stirring the trees. It's about as perfect a day for a bike ride as you can imagine and I'm off the bike for the week. Maybe that's the point. With the weather so perfect, I can enjoy the day a bit and not rush from thing to thing on a schedule compressed by the need to get a training ride in.
Lunch was some homemade bruschetta and a glass of pinot gris with my wife and some Spanish flavored guitar via the iPod and our little Atlec speakers. This after some morning gardening and reading. I need a day like this. Nothing pressing weighing on me and a few minutes to just enjoy breathing and thinking and good food. The book I'm reading, "Faust in Copenhagen," continues to be excellent and makes me think that perhaps I should try and get a copy of Goethe's play. I'm not much on fiction any longer. I find that narratives involving real people's lives and real historical events are generally much more interesting and compelling than much of what is found in fiction but I do know that Goethe was among the greatest of all European thinkers and was, perhaps, the last of the renaissance men who I aspire to be somewhat like so perhaps reading some of his work is in order.
Of course, the difficulty is how do I fit him into all of the other things I want and need to read? It's a good problem to have...more reading than time but I still get frustrated at times.
Anyways, enough writing on such a perfect day. Summer will soon return here in Georgia and with it the heat and humidity so I'll sign off and move to things better suited to this day. More to come.
Thanks for Reading.