Surprises

OK, RR The World's Best Behaved Child is showing us the way to cycle safely. Note the Good Luck Kitten in the rear, of his own volition ready to donate an extra life or two for The Cause if necessary.

The Great Plotnik is still rubbing his ribs and constantly irritating his sore fingers and shoulder, but his knee is better and he is, for the lack of a better word, grateful as can be. He's anxious to get back on his bike, though he will have to do some blood doping first, of course.

Yesterday, Plot and Duck went to an exhibition at the Museum of the African Diaspora, which Plotnik hoped to love and want to review, but hated and chose to ignore; last night Plot went to a restaurant that he figured he would hate because of its expected pretension, but instead found it friendly and the chef anxious to please. Then, there was the matter of this dessert: Apple Fritters with a Chestnut/Cointreau Milkshake! He took some pictures and will be returning soon to eat and to review.

So you never know. Great art and great music, great theater and great food are full of surprises. Surprise is what we crave -- anything but the same-o same-o. Love is a surprise. Life itself is one knee-slapper after another. Enjoy every second, and slow down, RR, when you cruise that bike down a hill.