Spokalulu

My new hometown is full of spokes — bike spokes. There are bikes everywhere: under kids, under commuters, under anyone who doesn’t have a disability tag hanging from a rear-view mirror. And living here might just produce a lulu of a tale, what with my husband being newly retired. He says I am his mid-life crisis, and for the next year he is my personal trainer and chef. He likes to say that he is building his own trophy wife out of spare parts he found sitting around the house. He is lucky I think that is kind of funny. Yes, for his mid-life crisis, he is in charge of my diet and exercise. I’m confident we will survive his crisis; we’ve been married for a couple dozen years. We have a tween who is still more child than teen (I can hear that clock ticking), a high-schooler with an overly-full load of classes and a driver’s permit, and 2 man-cubs off at college.

You can find me actively blogging over at http://spokalulu.wordpress.com