Every year I say I will successfully complete the #coffeeneuring challenge put on by Mary at Chasing Mailboxes, but I don’t know that I’ve ever done it.
So here’s to another year of starting off strong and probably not living up to expectations!
Babe and I rode to the Top Pot in Ballard for coffee and donuts before our grocery shopping adventure. In the spirit of taking things much too far I’ve made a giant spreadsheet to track how much we spend on specific items in order to reduce our food costs. Fun fun fun!
But back to the coffeeneuring:
- Where: Top Pot Donuts – Ballard
- When: 10/13/17
- What you drank: cafe au lait
- Observation: my rear fender kicks up a lot of debris into the trailer (which babe loudly protested) so I really need to get a mud flap put on!
- Theme: skeptical baby
- Total mileage: 8.6 miles
The ride there was uneventful if chilly. People walked in front of me when I had a green light because they were texting. I was annoyed. I moved my safety cone back into position. Some dude passed us super close and fast on the trail at Stone Way. I’m still super paranoid about turning across the railroad tracks to get from the “trail” to TJ’s.
I’m 90% sure someone dumped a cup of water (I HOPE) on the trailer because it was the only thing wet & the sidewalk elsewhere was dry. Good thing I thought about rain & closed the plastic rain cover. WHO DOES THIS?!
I bought a lot of beer and the bag was super heavy so I stuck it in the trailer behind the child seat. I made it up our hill faster than usual, although I still took my requisite break by my favorite fire hydrant half-way up.
Some dude in a giant truck waited and waited and waited in a driveway until I was *right* in front of him before pulling out. THANX.
As usual babe woke up on the way up the hill so he could scream us home (I wish I could harness this energy to propel us). He continued to cry in the elevator so an ever helpful neighbor asked super helpful questions like: why is he crying; do you think he’s hungry; is he wet? This culminated in my favorite thing, which was patting babe on the arm and saying “baby don’t cry” over and over. Note to self: don’t get in the elevator with this guy again. Walk up the 9 flights of stairs.
Overall an outing much like many of our outings: we bought stuff, we cried, we forgot essential items, we smiled a bunch, and we got a little nap in.
Coffeeneuring suggestions welcome!