A wee bit o’ the tardy in arriving, but here’s a 70-frame slideshow I just tossed to YouTube from beginning to finished-product end of our roughly 10-week kitchen renovation that took place from the middle of August to the beginning of November:

… and counting.

Deleted all related apps and deactivated all related accounts.

Make no mistake, given the withdrawal I’m experiencing it is an addiction I’m battling. But at least I’m winning.

I had places to go during Days 1 and 2 (LAPD Property Division downtown, and work) of my commitment to bike every day for the first 50 days of my 50th year. Today, I had nowhere to be.

So no one said anything about how far I was to ride every 24 hours. Thus on this third of those consecutive days, it was just about getting my ass off the couch, on the saddle and out to the streets for a short silly trivial twirl around the neighborhood whose sole purpose was simply to fulfill the obligation.

As part of my commitment to ride my bike every day during the first 50 days of my 50th year, I met coworker Gary at Union Station when he arrived via Metrolink train from Orange County. We then biked to the office that morning and back to Union Station that afternoon.

I turned 50 today. Yeah… Rather than dwell on it I decided to tie that landmark achievement to some continuous daily activity going forward, and as such I came up with doing “50 Rides In 50 Days.”

This inaugural ride took me downtown to the LAPD Metropolitan Property Division where I took possession of something of a birthday present to myself in the form of a perfectly good iPad that I’d found in the dirt during a dog walk a block from my house back in February. After making my own attempt locally to locate its owner I turned it in to LAPD Rampart Division so that they could try. Three months later, the item’s owner hadn’t been found so the lost iPad became mine.

So this first of 50 rides is of me pedaling there, getting the iPad and pedaling back home.

Thailand & Cambodia 2055

Originally uploaded by there2roam

During one of our last excursions in Chiang Mai we journeyed to a village cooperative supporting several indigineous tribes from the area, and of course I couldn’t get together with a local family for a brief and very enjoyable gong ‘n drum jam.

Photo by Susan, who’s far better than I am in getting her thousands of trip pix up onto Flickr.

Busting out the vacuum for some long overdue cleaning yesterday morning, I pulled back a drape and stuck the nozzle into a dark area behind the pantry. Thinking the mass in the corner was a mess of pet hair I quickly realized the thing clinging to the tip of the nozzle wasn’t the mother of all dustbunnies, but instead an alligator lizard desperately trying to hold on.

Scrambling to hit the power button I was too late. In it went with a THLOOP!

Susan heard me yell out and came to investigate. Pulling the attachment off I scanned the container to see if it had gone all the way in, but instead as I was wondering what the hell to do next, out the creature plopped onto the kitchen floor, thankfully intact (at least as far as I could tell) — and alive.

So I quickly covered it with a large mixing bowl and grabbed my cam to duly document the encounter before removing it for a little R&R in the tortoise pen, where at some point later it had made its escape.

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