Weather: Sunny and warm, at last.
The sun finally came out on Sunday, appropriately enough. I was lying in bed, still recovering from this creepy crud, in the midst of some dream or other, when a beam of sunlight pierced my south-facing window and stabbed me in the eye.
This startled me awake, dream forgotten, and I was overcome by a sudden urge to ride!
I threw back the covers and looked at the clock… after noon already!? Opening my bedroom door, I called out for Emily to get ready for a scooter ride.
“Where are we going?”, she asked.
“Wherever you want.”, I said.
“Candyland!” she crowed, and started jumping up and down.
“Your wish is my command, Princess.”
So I showered and donned my riding gear, and found her waiting impatiently for me outside. I rolled Scarlet O’Baron out of the garage and into the sunlight. Emily mounted up first, her feet finding the new footpegs I mounted right away. She is much keener to ride now that she can reach the pegs comfortably.
I sat down and relished the feeling of her little arms around me, and her helmet against my back. This is such a precious thing we have together.
We rolled down the driveway, and out into the street. It felt so good to be outdoors again. I breathed as deep as my stuffy nose allowed… and promptly sneezed inside my full-face helmet. Whoa there, big guy, let’s take this slow.
I stopped to clear my visor, and we rode down the hill to the Wabasha bridge over the Mississippi river.
Candyland is a little shop in the middle of downtown Saint Paul. I had heard about it for years, but we had never been there. Let me tell you, it is a dentist’s nightmare, and a child’s dream.
Candy is cooked and mixed and shaped and stretched into every imaginable confection. Then it is put on display in glass bins for eager shoppers to choose from. They don’t provide any free samples, but they did sell us a single chocolate-covered caramel by weight. Emily decided she didn’t like it, but I suspect it wasn’t due to the taste. The poor girl has at least one loose tooth at the moment, and I can imagine that caramel is tricky under such circumstances.
We ended up buying one of those spiral-shaped rainbow lollipops like Lucy is sporting in the photograph. Then we rode the long way home through the city.
I could feel the weight shift this way and that as Emily craned her neck to look up at all the tall buildings. She was having a ball back there.
By the time we got home, I had run out of gas. My little burst of energy had faded, and it was time to go back to bed. But at least I got in one good ride for the weekend.