When life gives you lemons, freeze them to throw at stupid people.

Look up juxtaposition in the dictionary and you might see this pic.

Whew!

Got that bike ride in. Left a little before 7 a.m. when it was 79 degrees, did 24 miles up into Vistancia and back and was home a little after 8:00. The temp was 92 at that point, it's 108 now, and we'll get more of the same for the foreseeable future.

I got the brake drum off! It took a 2 lb. sledge, a tool I haven't seen recommended in the factory manual, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Now that it's off I think the problem was the inner bearing chase rusted on to the spindle. I'm going to change over to roller bearings instead of the stock ball bearings, so I can't put it back together yet but everything else is cleaned and ready for reassembly. I'm curious to see if the right side front is also rusted. At least I know the necessary technique for getting it off. 

Six loads of laundry done, folded and put away, and the floors vacuumed and mopped. 

I've been a busy boy!

Pam will be so happy when she gets home, especially about the brake drum. I know she was concerned about that. 

I like my material for tomorrow, both hours. Doesn't mean anything re. outcomes but at least I'll sleep better than I do on Saturday nights when I think it stinks. 

I'm bothered by the passage & signing of the gay marriage bill in NY, in part because of what it portends for the future in other states. I won't be surprised if ten years from now the right and left coasts have passed similar legislation and the center of the country has largely rejected it. 

I haven't seen any information about what happens when I gay couple married in NY or Hawaii moves to Arizona or Arkansas. (Cousins are good, but they should be a different sex.) And does divorce law now also apply in states that legalize gay marriage?

It's been said in every generation since Methuselah, but I'm glad our child rearing days are done. It's going to get harder and harder to teach biblical standards as our society moves ever further away from them. 

I was raised in a typical home - for the '50s and '60s. My dad worked, my mom stayed home (she taught piano lessons five days a week) and we went to church on Sundays and Wednesday nights. I had an older brother, an older sister and a younger brother.

It was normal for all of us to do chores. What we did depended on our age and how many kids were still living at home. Each Saturday morning we stripped our beds and remade them after the sheets were washed... and ironed. (My mom is sort of a neat freak.) I think we started that routine about the time we were able to stand. 

Over the years I vacuumed, dusted, cooked, mowed and trimmed, washed and dried the dishes, and whatever else we were told to do, immediately after being told to do it. 

There were no "male" and "female" tasks. Kathy did what I did and visa versa, except maybe mowing the lawn; I don't remember her doing that. I watched my dad down on his knees scrubbing the (old-style) linoleum kitchen floor and then waxing it. He did that because it was hard work and easier for him to do than my mom.

I'm thankful my folks had us do chores and that they weren't doled out according to our sex. We were taught that being a family included pitching in to do whatever you could when you were asked. We tried to teach our boys the same thing. When they left home they could do all the chores involved in running a household. 

So on Saturdays when Pam works a 12-hour day it's appropriate for me to do some housework. It is not women's work and it doesn't mean I'm whooped. It's about being in this together.

And I have mom and dad to thank for teaching me that.