Friday afternoon, I hung a pannier on the rear rack of the Surly and rode to Watertown to deliver a book to my son Sam and a dream catcher to my granddaughter Ida.
We spent some pleasant time together, chatting. Ida is very alert and attentive, and I expect she'll have a lot to say when she gets around to it.
Note to self: wearing bicycle paraphernalia--helmet, mirror, mask, gloves--appears to be incompatible with positive outcomes when dandling an infant.
I paused on Oliver Street, Belmont, to admire this large doghouse for sale, perhaps convertble into a tiny house for a meditating hermit or a small child.
I like Oliver Street because it has signage that prohibits turning onto it from Brighton Street, "Except Bicycles". Enlightened.
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