repair at will

Friday was Conference Day- no school.


Time for some Brown Lunch!

The trusty Esbit.



Toasting almonds in the woods.


Damp twigs and spanish moss. You know how we do.


L and J wait for the Brown Lunch: lentil soup, chard, toasted almonds. Tabasco and crackers.



The trusty Esbit transforms. Tall cylinders are not the best cooking vessels. But it was time for coffee. I need a Kelly Kettle so bad.

And perhaps another coffee cup.


Fancy town and country style.


J took off early. Several times. We drank coffee, then headed for the swings and their attendant lollipop stash.






So yes. Idyllic.

J had brought me his bike before L got home and said it wasn't working. The BB was luhoose. Loose enough to have lost a bearing as he (and his siblings who know better...) had ridden it relentlessly and warped the cages. L was due home in 20 minutes and we had that window. I decided to replace the missing 1/4" bearing with an acorn nut of nearly the same size. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, it's an ashtabula crank on a 16lb 3rd hand kid bike. Anyways, it worked!

You know, well enough.

I'll replace the bearings soon. I know what you're thinking...but really I will. On account of J's BB seized completely coming up the road on the way back from the old Boy Scout Camp:



I'm going to freak out.