Inside The Perimeter

Wordle: four, my starter was ANISE

Wordle: five, my starter was COUPE

The City of Atlanta failed me yesterday; they picked up my recycling, but not my trash.

Wordle: five, my starter was CREST

This should be a good week for getting indoor chores done. All I have to do is resist the urge to burrow under covers and watch YouTube.

Wordle: three, my starter was SPITE. I feel there will be a lot of deuces today.

Ah Valentine’s Day. The day in which you get to star into the eyes of your loved one and profess how much you love them. I wonder what that is like…

Wordle: four, my starter was FECAL

While I am still plodding my way through “Gödel, Escher, Bach”, and “The Art of Fermentation”, I have also issued myself the challenge to read all of Ian Fleming’s Bond novels this year. I’ve owned (well, digitally owned, which is not real ownership) the first five for a few years now and am finally making a concerted effort.

Wordle: five, my starter was STAGE

Rain, rain, and more rain… All choring will be indoors today…

Wordle: three, my starter was CLAIM

Yesterday Ole Fred Sanford built a raised garden bed using word he picked up from the curb of a house nearby. It’s not often I am successful at being constructive, but yesterday was a really good day of choring for me.

Wordle: three, my starter was REACH

Wow! What! A! Game!

Is it evident that I didn’t watch any of the Super Bowl? It was the first time in years I wish that I had been invited to a Super Bowl party so that I could go to someone’s house and eat $100 worth of deviled eggs.

On Saturday I ran into an old acquaintance, Clarissa, who twenty years ago used to write a blog called “Romanlilly”. That was one of the blogs which inspired this space, and may have been the source of my fake German word “Dangen”. Running into her made the insanity of going to Your Dekalb Farmers Market on a Saturday, and the Saturday prior to Super Bowl Sunday, okay.

Wordle: five, my starter was FRUIT

Took my first outdoors bike ride in many months yesterday. Three observations:
1. Avondale Estates is the latest community to go batshit crazy by putting up stop signs, and taking away lanes and turning lanes.
2. I am overweight, out of riding shape, and therefore slow, but this is not a surprise.
3. Normally I don’t apply chamois cream on rides shorter than forty miles. I’ve never needed it. Yesterday, riding only 25 miles, I started to have problems.

As an added bonus: I took an Arte Johnson fall yesterday. As I was slowing at a stop sign I looked left and turned the handlebar right; when I realized that I was going to hit the curb I came to a quick stop and fell onto the grass to my right.

Wordle: four, my starter was CHAIR