We are all sick with colds we caught on the way home from DC last week. But despite that, we went for our usual evening ride. Ummmmm, yeah, I know I said I was going to ride my bike whenever possible when we move as part of the "green experiment", but being sick sucks bad enough without having to pedal yourself into pneumonia. I have this theory though (perhaps one of you avid cyclists can help me on this one) that when you're sick with a cold physical exertion sometimes seems to force it out of your system. Let's hope so. Because I am truly dedicated to this crazy venture on which we are about to embark.
We rode over to the twin lakes by our house to enjoy some of the remainder of what was a beautiful day. I decided to rest by some of the live oak trees there in the shade. Because even at 6pm in Mississippi, it is still really hot. It was only after I had been sitting there for a minute that I remembered to look around me. I felt like Helen Keller in the middle of a mine field; ALL around me were fire ant beds. I think I may have resembled a grasshopper when I jumped up from that place.
I can't wait for the day when Ellie can play in the grass and I don't have to inspect every inch of it for those demon bugs. So here is good bye to you, fire ants. I will not miss you, and I'm sure you won't miss me spreading deadly chemicals all over your mounds. Here is cheers to a land without you. I'll sacrifice my endless Mississippi summers for the soft, ant -free grass between my toes.
On another tangent, notice the child seat on the back of Jeremy's bike. I know it will be hard to stop looking at Jeremy, but please, try. That seat is just your run of the mill Target seat and it will not fit my bike. I have searched high and low for a Bobike dealer in the US that carries the color and style I want. I think it may be easier to find a cure for cancer. The search continues. Dun dun dun!