A mellow weekend

It was an almost utterly eventless weekend, mostly in the good sense. Nice weather. Went nowhere, except when I got on my bike late in the day Sunday and tore off along the Delaware & Raritan Canal towpath, pumping and grunting the whole way in an attempt to get enough exercise to justify the food consumed at the multiple social events I had attended or hosted earlier in the day. The towpath is a fine place to ride a bike, but it's also a jim dandy place to walk with one's family, dog and/or stroller. Many's the time I've been out in the family way along the path and have half-cursed the jerks who come along on their bicycles, pumping and grunting in an attempt to get enough exercise to justify the food consumed at something earlier in the day. I tried to mitigate this risk by taking the path in a less-popular direction (towards Trenton), to no avail. Instead, New Jersey in all of its glory was out. Big families of Indians lingering under blooms. Linkin Park fans fishing. People running and walking at a wide variety of speeds, with and without personal music devices (ie. in various stages of oblivion). By the time I got close to Trenton, it had finally emptied out and there was no one to terrorize.

Seriously. I'm not all that bad.

One other thing. At the yard sale at the Westminster Choir College, where Graham was wandering into the street constantly and playing with a tennis ball (he actually said the word "Ball"!), there was nothing to buy. Except, except except, a groovy brown suede briefcase and overnight hanging bag for $25. Trouble was, when you opened the briefcase, you found some fine gay hardcore pornography. You can imagine how delighted the corn-fed choir girls were to learn about this hidden present, which was quickly squirreled away in a pillowcase by some guy. It had not been his earlier in the day. Who knows if it was later.