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I left late for work today – partly because of March Madness recovery, and partly because the door to my garage, where I store my bike, is a riddle wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a network of rotting timbers. But the late leaving meant I got a whole different look at my neighborhood: the start of the school day.My new house’s good location is mostly about the short commute and about the nearby entertainment and eateries, but it’s also about the school that’s basically across the street. It’s an environmental charter school with a butterfly garden and a ball field and a swingset I can see from my front window. And in the morning many of the kids are walked or biked in by their parents. Being in the middle of that was kind of an awesome, perfect way to kick off the first full day of spring. I got to hear the bell ring.
Then I pedaled west to the river, a fast and easy trip thanks to the fact that I’m on a bike boulevard. Bike boulevards are a fabulous transportation planning feature designed to give bike commuters a direct and speedy route that is separate from the main automobile route. The trick is giving bikers what they want – good visibility, for example, and no stop signs – while using traffic calming measures to discourage cars. So I zip towards town for nearly a mile without stopping, leaning now and then around traffic circles on a quiet tree lined street.
And now here I am at the office, and I’m working diligently on our next piece of p.r., which is coming together rather well actually. But in the back of my head I’m making a list for the weekend. Plane down the garage door so it closes. Get my head around the gutter situation. Take samples for asbestos testing. Draw up a measured floorplan.
Make use of the swings.
posted by tortaluga @ 3:20 PM
1 Comments:
Oooohhhh - a house! Bravo.
Very well, then. Send me your address, I'll send you a decoration. Good trade, yes?
Hugs and kisses for you,
Caro xo
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