Son of a Nun

Convent Biking March 29, 2009

The long hallways of the convent provided me with another exciting ritual when visiting, biking. During the long winters in Minnesota we would end up at the convent so Pat could get me out of the apartment and let me lose in the hallways. The hallways were shaped like a giant rectangle, the halls along the length of the building were about 50 yards, and the halls along the ends were about 25 yards. Along the edge of each hallway were occupied rooms where Sisters lived. At the time I was still on a bicycle with training wheels, not yet to the world of unicycles.

One of the Nun’s, Sister Rose, was one the more elder sisters who seemed to avoid me whenever possible. However, she wasn’t always like that. The turning point for Sister Rose was my recklessness in the hallways with my training wheels. These halls provided me with the perfect opportunity to see how fast I could go. The only problem was that Sister Rose couldn’t always hear me coming due to her elderly imperfection. So, when she opened her door to walk into the hallway one day, it was to her surprise that at that same moment I whizzed by. I nearly severed her toe with my right training wheel. The only reason she didn’t fall over was because she had the support of her walker to catch her fall. Irritably, she walked slowly with her walker to talk to Pat about my speed in the hallways. From that point on I was banned from speeding in the hallways. But somehow, Pat managed to convince Sister Rose that I need to bike to emit my enormous amounts of excess energy. So I kept biking in the hallways on the condition that I slow down my speed and watched for crossing nun’s.

Change in Todays Blog Post

I know many of you were excited to get to read the “Survival Skills of the Cheek Pinches”. I decided it was best to hold off on that until a later date. Tomorrow’s blog will be a surprise…so stay tuned.