Real Life
So I finished June by editing and formatting input for a long time client. The data cost an absurd amount of money and it was really garbage.
I barely got that shipped when a tenant had major plumbing problems. I managed to locate a problem with the drain for the central air conditioning and can report that not everyone can repair everything with duct tape. Then it was installing a new wax seal on the toilet, as should have been done when the toilet was removed to install different flooring in the bathroom. The real problem required cutting a series of holes in the wall to find a leaking hot water pipe.
As a result of those annoyances I lacked the time to create a post for the start of Le Tour de France, which ran 188 kilometers from Mont Saint Michel to Utah Beach Sainte Marie du Mont. Mont Saint Michel is the mountain and fortress just off the coast that is reached by a causeway and Utah Beach was one of the D-Day landing sites in World War II. I will catch up, but it will take a couple of days create the necessary spreadsheets.
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I watched about a half hour at the end of yesterday’s segment (?) of the Tour. You have to admire a guy with the muscles to do that final 3km climb, or if you don’t admire him, at least be polite to him.
Once, and once only, I tried out… completely unprepared… for the annual bike race at Rice. I beat the friend who insisted I do so (for the glory of our residential college, etc.), but only because back then I was cycling about 10 miles a day for transportation. Ah, those were the days, when I still had a lower right leg and foot… 😈 I don’t find very many things fun,, but I admit I always found cycling fun, and I still miss it.
I have all of my bits, but they don’t like being used any more. Two days of crouching to work on plumbing and I need help from a cane and my TENS device. The final 200 meters into Cherbourg is a 14% grade at the end of a 200+ km ride.