I had a busy but uneventful weekend, 500-mile round-trip once again to da ‘Burgh. My mother-in-law is doing well; in fact, much better than we had hoped. Her nutrition and hydration have improved with having a caregiver with her for several hours each day.

While there…

… I ran errands to grocery shop and buy some home improvement items. Unfortunately, it was raining, so I couldn’t fix what I intended, because what needed repair was outside.

That meant that I had more time to cook! And that I did… which isn’t easy in that closet-sized kitchen in MIL’s house. But the spouse and his Mom now have plenty of home-cooked meals to eat for the week.

I left really early Sunday morning… my time to drive before traffic and inevitable construction delays get bad.

I stopped at a rest stop about half way along the route to stretch and to … well, you know… nature calls!

When I entered the building, a father and son, about seven years old or so, were entering at the same time. The father was dressed in a hoodie, with shorts and sneakers. It was 50F outside (hmmm… why shorts in this chill?) The boy looked at me up and down, then turned to his Dad with a quizzical expression on his face.

Woops, there I go again. I fergit that most people don’t wear leather jeans with a leather jacket, as well as black boots to go with it. For me — usual casual attire when it is cool and damp.

The father turned to me and asked, “what kind of bike do you ride?”

I answered, “A Harley.”

Dad asked, “where is your bike?”

I replied, “at home in the garage. I drove my truck today.”

Dad kinda shrugged and didn’t say anything else. We both went about our business. He got in the Starsucks queue and pulled out the requisite smartphone. (I don’t really know why one must play with a smartphone while in line at Starsucks, but everyone who was in that line was doing the same thing.)

I do not drink coffee, especially the overpriced, over-hyped kind you find at that place. I just went to the loo, took care of business, and then got back in my new ride and drove off.

I kinda smiled when I turned on the radio, and what tune did I happen to hear? Hell Bent for Leather by Judas Priest. I laughed to myself, and thumped the steering wheel in time to the percussion. That tune has a heck of a percussion set.

Made it home by 1000… then unpacked, and took seven LOLITS grocery shopping. Didn’t change clothes… didn’t need to. My senior pals see me in head-to-toe leather all the time and don’t think a thing about it.

Life is short: wear what you like and enjoy the ride.