Toad in the Hole

1 | By: Pica on August 9, 2008 at 02:24 PM

OwOwOwOwOwOwOw.

Yep. No more stunts for you.

2 | By: Theriomorph on August 10, 2008 at 04:22 AM

Ron, OW! And: wow. That’s an impressive shiner. My tomboy self stands duly awed.

Stanley the Bike indeed (rides out another wave of Stanley envy.)

Swift healing!

P.S.
I had a red Bianchi Classica with an odometer/speedometer installed - my crash taught me one thing: the speedometer function on that gizmo proved a big mistake when the last thing I saw was 47 MPH. Luckily, not everyone is as boneheaded as I am (although I was glad for it when said bonehead hit the pavement).

3 | By: Angela on August 10, 2008 at 05:01 AM

I’m so Goth, I’m dead.. hahahahah… Wanna borrow some of my eyeliner and my Bauhaus Cd’s? You can just paint the other eye and wear all black until that shiner heals… You’d look so hot!

4 | By: Ron Sullivan on August 10, 2008 at 09:16 AM

I’ve got some glow-in-the-dark facepaint around here somewhere… Think that would add to the effect?

T’morph, I think we got some serious bonehead genes in the family (just ask Angela here). Sometimes they do us some good. I think.

Know what really got to me in all this? That I’m too old, theoretically, not to take falling seriously. However, I did get away without breaking anything, and I was on my feet, bike and all, in a trice both times. Joe’s getting the guilts because he didn’t somehow manage to catch me. As Twisty would say, Ai yi yi.

5 | By: AngnBrinAshnKevnKai on August 10, 2008 at 08:21 PM

Ok, so in NO way can I top the Fred Flintstone lump you got, but I did have a funny thing happen today to re-affirm the “bonehead” syndrome our family seems to posses… So, I’m in the front yard, (or the teeny tiny piece of sandbar that Brian and I are borrowing from the earth) when I come across the stump of ticky tacky rosebush that Brian cut down when he first bought the place as a bachelor (2 years before I came along). Although completely dead, I had to get that root ball out in order to plant my sage and teeny juniper bushes I bought to start my Japanese dream garden. I grab ahold of that root and start yanking. What I left out was the 3 “dragonflies” I drank (1/2 sake, 1/2 plum wine).
Yes, as you can imagine… Ass over sakecup…
root ball in hand. I flew about a foot or 2 and landed in the grass- on my ASS.
I look around to see if anyone noticed, and of course, the next door neighbor whose kitchen table overlooks our front yard is FALLING out of his chair… Damn… Bruised ego and all, I chug the rest of my dragonfly, wipe my brow with my compost covered gardening gloves and continue on with my planting. Chuckling at myself all the while. So, not only have I fallen on my ass, but I now have cow dung smeared across my forehead…
Right now, it’s midnight my time, but I’m still laughing every time I think of it.
By the by, garden looks GREAT!
Can’t wait until it’s finished so I can send pix.
Lox, and wish you were closer to share in the dragonflies… Both the drinks and the ACTUAL family of dragonflies that congregate outside our place each morning. What a blessing! Kai laughs at them, arms flapping as they dance.
We also have a male cardinal who loves to sit atop our Japanese concrete lantern out back and hunt insects. He’s SO handsome.
Every time I see him, I think of you.
I’ve been trying to snap a pic, but he’s not a fan of the paparazzi.
Love you!!!!!!
A

6 | By: Ron Sullivan on August 10, 2008 at 08:57 PM

Cowpat facial. Hmm, it’d be organic—maybe I could open a salon here.

So, what kind of sake? And have I mentioned the sake-tasting bar at the Sho Chiko Bai brewery in Berkeley?

7 | By: Sally Mack on August 11, 2008 at 08:15 AM

Glad you got in some practice, it doesn’t take much.

Riding a bike, especially on city streets, takes more concentration than you’d think it would.  If you’d like some tips, let me know.

8 | By: AngnBrinAshnKevnKai on August 11, 2008 at 10:33 AM

It’s this amazingly smooth cold sake from Brian’s cousin Daisuke. He was just here for a visit and brought as many bottles as he was allowed.
The bottle is hand made and painted, so not sure what it’s called, but I’ll ask my mother in law…
We mixed it with the plum wine you can get at any Oriental market, the kind with the plums in it.
YUM!

9 | By: VS on August 13, 2008 at 09:15 AM

If you matched it on the other side, it would just look like a variation on the whole “doe eyes” nonsense. 

Taking falling seriously is NOT about age, ok?  Been watching gymnastics at all?  One of the Canadian guys just barely made it onto their Olympic team after rehabbing an injury.  He broke BOTH legs in a fall while practicing something he’s really, really good at.  (There’s a particular type of vault named after him.  No, not a bank vault, stop that!)

He can’t even be 30 yet, is my point, and he was doing something he does every day.  Gravity WILL get you if you don’t watch out.  Smacking your head hard enough to bruise needs to be taken seriously at any age.

10 | By: Fairings on August 28, 2008 at 01:09 AM

Kudos to you! I admire your fighting spirit after that fall!