Oh sure...I'm here for ya Trimama
Typical fall day. Blue bird skies, mellow breeze and a small passing early fall thunderstorm. The
Taconite Boy had three jobs going at once, one new employee to interview, two estimates to finish and a huge entertainment center to distress and age with lacquers. So, a typical day for boy wonder here.
Ring Ring
Tac boy "Hello?"
Trimama "(breathlessly) Hi, where are you?"
'Where are you' is phrase Tac Boy knows too well. She doesn't really care where I am, just if I'm available for rearranging my schedule to do something.
Tac Boy "South Minneapolis, why?"
Trimama "Well do you know how I could bike home from Egan?"
Of course I knew that this meant can you pick me up from Egan because it's going to rain? Like I'm going to stop my major business projects to drive half way across the metro to pick her up. Yeah...I'll just tell her she can wait out the rain storm and finish here ride because I don't have time for this!
Tac Boy "Where do you want me to pick you up?"
Well at least I take a stand when she puts on John Denver at home.
For the record, I did bring Trimama back through torrential rain just in time for the sun to come out for the last half of her ride. I may be entering my off season, but right now I'm all about seeing her get across that finish line in Florida :)
Tac out? Boy wonder out? Crushed rock out....
I'm gonna need to work on a sign out