Yesterday wasn't one of my better ones. We went for a bike ride in the morning, during the course of which I got a flat tire. Very suddenly. Not a blowout; just a phssst and it was flat. There is a bike shop in nearby Thomson. However, the owner passed away last Saturday very suddenly. So a trip to The Bike Station in Clinton in the afternoon solved the problem.
Afterward, we visited the Wide River Winery--a lovely place but the narrow gravel road leading to the place is not for the faint of heart. Then took a drive through Eagle Point Park, also very beautiful. However, on our way back to the campground, we made the mistake of visiting the windmill in Fulton, Illinois. It was about to close so we took a quick look around the lower level and went up stairs. There is an open deck at that level and then a ramp leading to the levee and back to the parking lot. There is no rule that requires one to exit at that level instead of going back down the stairs. But for some reason the guide became very insistent that I would have no problem exiting at the upper level. I don't like those kinds of places (high and very open) and had to actually argue with him. He kept telling me to try it--it would be fine. Now, my question is, why does he care which way I go out? How does it affect him or anyone else in any way? My stomach was in knots for about three hours afterwards at the thought of having to take the upper exit for no reason other than to please this control freak. I am well aware that this sounds very stupid to people who aren't afraid of heights but so be it.
After another very warm, buggy night--too much so to sit out and have a fire--this morning the file I submitted for the paperback version of Peete and Repeat was ready for review and I realized I had not submitted the version with the latest edits. So three hours later, the new file is up and it will be another 12-24 hours before I can review it.
So, I know, small potatoes in the scheme of things but enough to set my teeth for a day. Supposed to be cooler today.
Afterward, we visited the Wide River Winery--a lovely place but the narrow gravel road leading to the place is not for the faint of heart. Then took a drive through Eagle Point Park, also very beautiful. However, on our way back to the campground, we made the mistake of visiting the windmill in Fulton, Illinois. It was about to close so we took a quick look around the lower level and went up stairs. There is an open deck at that level and then a ramp leading to the levee and back to the parking lot. There is no rule that requires one to exit at that level instead of going back down the stairs. But for some reason the guide became very insistent that I would have no problem exiting at the upper level. I don't like those kinds of places (high and very open) and had to actually argue with him. He kept telling me to try it--it would be fine. Now, my question is, why does he care which way I go out? How does it affect him or anyone else in any way? My stomach was in knots for about three hours afterwards at the thought of having to take the upper exit for no reason other than to please this control freak. I am well aware that this sounds very stupid to people who aren't afraid of heights but so be it.
After another very warm, buggy night--too much so to sit out and have a fire--this morning the file I submitted for the paperback version of Peete and Repeat was ready for review and I realized I had not submitted the version with the latest edits. So three hours later, the new file is up and it will be another 12-24 hours before I can review it.
So, I know, small potatoes in the scheme of things but enough to set my teeth for a day. Supposed to be cooler today.
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