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Patches

Yesterday afternoon I finally had a chance to sit down and patch that tube from last week's flat tire. For some reason, the act of pulling out the supplies and preparing to patch immediately made me think of my father. When he was out to visit in October, he'd commented that he suspected his ride shortly before the trip may have been his last bike ride ever.

I don't know how a person should put their bike away, under such circumstances. I've spent many years now raiding various bicycling supply caches in the family basement, and I think I'd struggle if they all vanished.

Edited to add...

Last night my sister sent me a photo of the sharry baby orchid I gave her, because it's blooming again! I replied with a touch of envy: she had decided to split the plant, and gave the other half to me, and I figured it wouldn't be blooming, given all the travel and how much the cat has gnawed on it, etc. But when I checked, I discovered that I was wrong:

Sharry baby orchid bud

This is an orchid variety with flowers that smell like chocolate.

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