I Digress

Jimbo is in the process of figuring out how to get our new treadmill into the bedroom. Only the family room is large enough to easily accomodate it. The equipment has been residing in the hallway for the past week, ever since we picked it up from Sears. Jimbo is removing certain parts in the hope that we can then fit it through the doorway. I hope he remembers where they were.

My new bike is in the garage. I bought a basket for it so I can ride it to Publix when the gas prices get too high (which could be any day now). It's a no-frills bike. No gears or anything. I hope I don't look too much like Margaret Hamiliton when I am riding it. Deh-Deh-Deh-Deh-Deh-Deh.