The Weekender...

So ends another weekend...

I am back in my bedroom, sort of. The floors in both bedrooms have been refinished to a flawless satin finish and my furniture is back in place, albeit temporarily. There are still new baseboards and painting yet to be done but at least I can sleep in there again. My parents are returning to the British Virgin Islands this week for more sailing on the high seas, this year with a couple from their church. So I'll have to wait until they return so they can help me finish the project.

This afternoon I drove out to Augusta, MO to bike another section of the Katy Trail. I biked from Augusta out to Marthasville, 23 miles round-trip, in a little less than 3 hours. No Missouri River, just a lot of farmland and breezy woodlands. It was a nice day for biking, with a slight breeze and temperatures in the low 80s. On the way home I got the idea to call my brother for nutritional advice, since I figured my body needed to recover from the bike trip somehow. He advised protein, protein, protein. So, once home, I scarfed down a leftover fried chicken breast from Cracker Barrel, leftover rice from Wednesday night dinner, and a PBJ sandwich. I think I accomplished that little mission nicely.

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That little earthquake you felt yesterday was the earth trembling when Albert Pujols pulled a muscle in his side during yesterday's game. The media-proclaimed Hero of Cardinal Nation has now landed on the disabled list for the first time in his illustrious career. The injury, coupled wtih Mark Mulder's sudden horribility (and a sudden rash of other injuries), led intrepid P-D columnist Bernie Miklasz to proclaim that the NL Central division race is now "open again." I wouldn't go that far because we went through this last season and won the division. We did rebound nicely today with a 9-6 thrashing of the Cubbies to salvage one game of the series.

In a way, I'm glad AP got hurt because I feel the media coverage of his season thus far was becoming ridiculous. (Now don't get me wrong. I'm as big a fan of AP as anyone else. I love the way he carries himself as a Christian man and the influence he's having on MLB.) My employer, the local metropolitan daily newspaper, today printed one section of a 4-part life-size poster of AP. Maybe now the writers and reporters will figure out that he is indeed human. If they'd attended church with me today, they'd have heard that "man is ordinary, but God is extraordinary." I'm sure AP would second that sentiment.