So. I grabbed a quick lunch with the wife at Jersey Mike’s in Stevenson Ranch.
She was taking me back to church so that I can get ready for our Christmas Eve worship services.
We are going to look for a different place to live within the Santa Clarita Valley, when our lease is up early 2011, for various reasons that I don’t want to get into, because it’s Christmas Eve. And good thoughts should reign in my heart.
I told her that I wouldn’t mind living in Stevenson Ranch, if there was an affordable place. If I get a bike, I’d bike to church and back. (It’s about 3-5 miles away from church).
There’s sort of a long hill from Stevenson Ranch to church. On the way to church, it would be all downhill. On the way home, it would be a treacherous uphill ride.
The wife looks at me, and with those loving eyes says, “There’s no way in HELL that you could bike uphill to get home.”
“Well. Maybe not right away. But I’m sure that if I biked regularly, you know, within a month, I’d be able to handle it.”
“Awww. That’s good, positive thinking. But, yea. There’s no way you could do it.”
Ah. Merry Christmas. 🙂