Other activities: we had a couple of neighborhood boys over for a playdate/babysitting (that is, I was responsible for them for three hours). If you say something like, hey, I'm going to take three developmentally delayed boys out for a bike ride, all kinds of appalling things might spring to mind. We had a great time, right up until my bike broke. The rear fender broke at the top of the wheel and the back half crawled up under the front half preventing the wheel from turning. I was able to pull it back out (meanwhile, I spotted a $10 bill on the ground and had T. retrieve it -- I'm apparently getting paid for all kinds of things today), but couldn't get it to stop creeping. Then the boys' mom called wondering where we were (not at the house with the scooters that we had started out with, that's for sure), then mom and dad came over. The kids' dad is some kind of genius, because it took him all of 30 seconds to figure out how to stabilize the rear half of the rear fender by strapping it down to the foot rest of the Bobike Maxi. He used to be an engineer and still does IT and could apparently give MacGyver a run for his money.
Anyway. We got back to the boys' house (mom walked, dad drove back to work) and then T. and I rode home.
Decluttering continues. We've been passing some of the more persistent baby items off to A.'s sitter, whose daughter is expecting twins. Today included a few toys, three DVDs and one of those folding plastic slides.
I'm feeling happier and happier about the ripping project. I listened to Zooropa on the way home from Chelmsford and didn't mind being stuck in traffic on 495 at all. On the way up, I'd seen the results of the accident that caused the backup. Oooof. Glad that wasn't me.