Riding Bikes

Last week sometime, ds2 and I went on a bike ride one night, then for a bit the next night. I think it was Sunday and Monday evening.

Anyway, I haven't gotten on my bike again until tonight. We rode between 4 and 5 miles. It wasn't too hard, but my wrists were hurting a lot. I have always had a bit of carpal tunnel syndrome problem. I put some Arnica Gel on them when I got home.

Earlier today, I was working on my blog, labeling some of my earlier posts. I was trying to think of a good label for the ones where I was griping and complaining. I looked up the synonyms for complaining. I have decided to use the label Aggravation. Because usually I'm very aggravated about something, hence my complaining.

Speaking of Aggravation. There is a game with that name. I wonder if it still exists. Ah, here is is, Aggravation, manufactured by Hasbro. It was my stepfather's favorite game, because he loved to aggravate his stepchildren. We (myself and my six siblings) were always being quoted that Bible verse:

Ephesians 6:1 KJV "Children obey your parents; for this is right."

Not until I was in my twenties did I know about:

Ephesians 6:4 KJV "And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. "

Okay, obviously my stepfather chose to blatantly ignore that passage. God rest his soul, he passed away a few weeks ago. He was not one of my favorite people, unfortunately. He caused me a lot of grief as a child. He wasn't very smart either. I remember being 10 years old and realizing I was smarter than him in many things. It's why the men in my life have to be smarter than me in SOMETHING, or I have a hard time having any respect for them as a person. I also remember listening to him blathering on at the dinner table, talking about things like how lucky we children were to be eating with the adults. Because when he was growing up, the children ate scraps after the adults had their fill. This was always said in a threatening tone, as if we didn't watch ourselves we might be doing the same one day. I remember thinking to myself, if there wasn't enough food for everyone, I'd go without before I'd make my children eat scraps. Then he'd tell us about how his grandmother used to beat him every day and that's what made him such a good person. And how if she'd beat him more, he'd have been an even better person. Whatever. Dude. Get. A. Grip.

Now you know why I don't believe in hitting children.

I hope I'm not sore tomorrow. And I hope I sleep well tonight. I did put on a few more rows of the baby sweater, but I'm not going to photograph it tonight.

Until next time.