Monday, October 13, 2008

Don’t Pick Up the Phone

Living within twenty miles of your father means you can never sleep late again.

October has arrived and with it the last of the warm days. The days that remind me why I bought the bike in the first place. I should be riding. Instead I’m on the mountain cutting wood with dad. He likes to start early.

2 comments:

Joe said...

I live a few blocks away from my dad and, as I'm sure you are too, I'm glad he's still around! Enjoy the time with him - it's a ride all by itself.

-Joe

Jonathan Ziegler said...

It's great to be in the neighborhood. But I have a sneaking suspicion that he's eying up all of that free space I just cleared in the garage.