Buns of Iron
Unbeknownst to us we arrived in Perfection the day of the Ironman triathlon. It wasn’t until we checked into our hotel that I saw the iron-man poster and realized what the pylons on the road were for. At the brewpub, where we went for dinner, all the TV’s were tuned to the local station. They had their TV cameras trained on the finish line. So much for finding out the latest Olympic news.
I always thought bike shorts looked bulky and unflattering and wondered why anyone would want to wear something that made their butt look bigger?
When we were in Calgary, shopping at MEC, to buy a headlamp for Robert so he could read his book in the campsite at night without trying to steal the light from my headlamp, he suggested I try some on. He already has a pair.
I’ve noticed in the last few years that my bike seat is getting more and more uncomfortable. I wonder if it has anything to do with age? anyway I decided to have a look at them. The first thing I noticed is how less bulky the shorts where than I remembered; the other thing, was there was only one pair left in my size. By this time I thought maybe there was a possibility I might buy them so I tried them on.
They are amazingly comfortable. All the padding is in the right place and even though the weather was hot in the Okanagan the nylon, polyester, spandex fabric successfully wicked the moisture away from my body so I didn’t feel sticky at all.
The other upside to wearing these shorts was the attention I got in all the wine tasting shops, grocery stores and book stores we went into. Every shop owner asked me if I had participated in the iron man.
I told them I wasn’t that stupid.
A couple years ago, while in Vancouver and staying in a downtown hotel we went to Caffè Artigiano every morning for breakfast. I don’t drink a lot of coffee so I ordered tea. It came in this amazing steel teapot with a mesh basket built right into it for the tea leaves. I was intrigued and enthralled by that teapot and have been keeping my eyes open for one ever since.
Last spring when I was in Steveston we went into a Japanese shop which sold all kinds of interesting but expensive things. They had the steel teapots for a whopping $85. I decided I could never justify buying one so I gave up on them until this summer, when I was in Pentiction and I stumbled across Teas Weaves.
It’s the sort of shop that calls out to you, before you can think sensibly you’ve opened the door and walked in. They sell hand woven carpets from the orient as well as everything you need for tea . To my surprise the coveted steel teapots were relatively cheap. I got this one for $35. It is small and only makes one cup of tea.
Teas weaves sells tea as well. I chose a Rooibos tea called African dream, a mixture of Rooibos (a red bush from South Africa) with almond and vanilla pieces. It smells and tastes just like it sounds. The teapot ended up being my birthday present.
September the ninth was our 25 wedding anniversary. We celebrated the day with a picnic lunch on Connaught Hill then a shopping trip downtown to buy this metal sun decoration for the outside of the house. Robert had to go away for business so a celebratory dinner was out.