Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The front tire of the bike Duane gifted me seems to have gone kaputt, for as I attempted to pump more air into it, the tire collapsed, flat. I knew not whether the tire went limp due to an irreparable hole, or if perhaps the pump I purchased had malfunctioned, or if perhaps I was too inept to properly operate the pump. Robbie drove me back to the Lauree Lair last evening after he got off work in order to help me assess the situation (I did not want to buy a new tire unnecessarily). He concluded I need to buy a new tube. Wunderbar.
Between swimming and riding Duane's bicycle, I have kept off ten pounds since the end of the spring semester. I now weigh about what I did at high school graduation, and do not therefore wish to deviate from this "active" routine, but it will be difficult between translating texts from three entirely different languages every day.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:29 PM]