Winnipeg Tweed Ride 2012

How does one describe the Tweed Ride? Well, in a nutshell, it's a group of people dressed up in old-timey finery, taking a leisurely group bicycle ride, and embracing the style and spirit of a bygone era.

The Winnipeg Tweed Ride is an annual event that takes participants on a scenic route from the Pavillion at Assiniboine Park to the historic Danalvert museum (with a brief stop for photos on the steps of the Legislative Building.)

It's really quite civilized, as you can see. Following the ride, we had a picnic lunch on the lawn at Danalvert. Croquet was available, for those so inclined.

The 2012 Winnipeg Tweed Ride was held on September 9th, in concurrence with Cyclovia/Many Fest. I am already planning my outfit for next year's ride!

Neglect

Oh, hi. Hello! Long time, no see.

September has been one heck of a crazy month for us, but that kinda goes without saying, given the sudden and utter lack of posts. Today I logged in for the first time in weeks and found a family of raccoons living it up in here.

Gah.

Once I can regain control, I'll be back with almost a month's worth of photos, stories, and amusing anecdotes.

Really. I will...

Day 5 "Bright"

A bright kid in the bright sunshine. Unless I could've talked him into wearing a neon shirt, I can't imagine anything brighter.

Note: two Mascot pictures in a row??? Clearly, he wants something in return for all of this cooperation.

Day 4 "In Your Mailbox"

The Mascot has been waiting (and waiting) for weeks for his ocarina to arrive. It finally came today.

My eardrums will never be the same.

Day 2 "Father"

Wilfred Dale Hadfield, 1967

Every time my step-mother comes for a visit, she brings me something of my dad's. I came home today to find this picture in my kitchen. It's now hanging in the hallway off the living room, and will be the first thing that I grab in the event of a fire, flood, or zombiepocalypse. 

Day 1 "Me, now"

Yes, that's me. Sometimes a girl just wants to be someone different for a day. 

Since the last time we spoke, I have turned 40, survived a 10-day visit from my mother (Hi, Mumji!!), and become a certified Spinning instructor. Any one of those things should be enough to excuse my 3 week absence, but I shall apologize nonetheless. I do hate to leave the ol' blog hanging, you know.

So I feel any different now that I am 40? Ehh...yeah. Maybe a little calmer, but a good part of that can be due to the fact that I was FREAKING OUT before the big day. In retrospect, I'm not sure what I was worried about. Age is really just a number...so what if I am in the next checkbox on the questionnaire? (Gah. Breathe. Breathe.) I do know that I am in way better shape than I was at 20, I have a great kid, a terrific fella, and another 40 or so years to fill with exciting stuff...

...starting NOW.