Saved by a Crockpot!

Saved by a Crock-pot!!

So it's supposed to warm up today to a whopping 54F. Right now? 33F, feels 23F. The wind is blowing from the West though this morning so I can ride out to Camden at least. April was on target for the warmest April ever until the end of last week. Sigh. At least it is dry...windy and dry.

Today I am working the "late" shift at the bike shop. We stay open late on Thursday evening, just like we used to do at the Palo Alto Bike shop I worked at. And with my new domestic responsibilities---well what's a girl to do? Luckily, my sister-in-law to be always manages to buy the right present. A Crock-pot! Saved by the Crock-pot. Every year, Sue comes up with a cool present that Mike and I never knew we needed, but wonder, after we have one, how we ever lived without it. Like the French-coffee press. Or the Coffee-for-Two machine that we used for every out of town bike race we ever did. Imagine the luxury and delight of waking up at "oh-dark-thirty" at a Motel 6, in Boonie-Ville, USA to a fresh cup of Peet's, right in your motel room!

When we were living and racing the bike in Belgium, we were fortunate enough to have a house with a Crock-pot and Sue must have remembered us saying how it was so cool. Or something. All I know is that I just prepared dinner and it is only 8:30am. Now I can ride my bike, play with the small hound, make my 1pm meeting with Celeste and still have dinner ready for Mike when he gets off work.

Boy, do I sound like a housewife or what? (No laughing from the peanut-gallery in Palo Alto needed. I mean you, Mraz!)

So I'm off to brave the elements. Can someone tell the weather-guy that it is SPRING..please. I mean this last week has been colder than ANY winter (except "on-purpose" looking for snow in the winter vacations) I've ever known. And maybe that year I worked in Sweden in December. Below 45F is not something I know anything about. All the locals smile at me when I say this. Hmmmm?

And to my friends out racing the Tour of the Gila: I wish I was there too! Go Cafe Hunt and Burke Swindlehurst!! I'll sure miss the Gila Monster and the high-desert racing this year. I'd love some high-elevation and high-desert weather right now. But I am still not complaining.

All-right West-15mph-only-Wind, I am ready to ride, dressed for the arctics, but ready, all the same!