I pedaled across Glendale to get tomato plants for the garden. They're selling them early this year. Must be global warming. I bought a container of six heirloom tomatoes. I never heard of any of them. Then as I was leaving I saw a container of Celebrity on the rack outside but I was too tired to go back inside the store and buy them too.

 I put as many miles on my bike as I do on my car these days. I just don't have the energy though. I used to ride up the hill to me house in high gear. Now I can just barely do it in the granny gear. I probably shouldn't be riding at all. I'm going to get clipped one of these days by a car and at my age (71) one's  bones just don't heal anymore. I'd probably never get out of bed again.

One reason I do ride--I was reading the blog "Across The Ocean" by a female professor at the University of Wisconsin Law School. She recently flew to Italy for a quick vacation on her spring break. She stays in a small hotel on a lake in a little mountain town where yesterday she climbed the local mountain. She got lost a couple of times and thought about turning back but, she concluded, she at least had to go for it. If she didn't make it, that was okay--there's no shame in failure (or getting old). But if she didn't even try, she thought, they might as well just buy the coffin and dig a hole for her now.