Last year we got this recumbent bike at sears. It was a fairly inexpensive model on sale, basics without the crazy bells and whistles. Like, no extra cupholders or vanity license plates. But it works and it’s a great way to get some exercise while watching a movie or something. It’s way quieter than the treadmill we’ve had gathering dust for like 6 or 7 years now, and it’s more than enough. I’m not a gym guy so I have no desire for big equipment, ellipticals, or Chuck Norris gear. (I’m also not interested in Christie Brinkley’s old equipment.)

We had the bike in the den when we first rearranged rooms in the house last year – we moved upstairs to the guest room and Jake and Noah share the other upstairs bedroom now. Our former master bedroom became the den/playroom. But a couple months ago we put in a new floor and fixed up the den a bit. We’re trying to minimize the feeling of playroom craziness right now, so we moved the bike (in two pieces) down to the basement.

I was just about to put it back together and maybe start looking for some biking time when I discovered that the wonky old TV we have in the basement is acting up again. It’s an old Zenith my father gave me years ago. He had thought it fried when his building got hit with lightning many years ago. It lived in storage for a couple of years when he discovered that it actually worked. Paired with a cheap DVD player, it’s 20 inches of monkey-barrelesque entertainment. Or was. Now the picture is splitting and the color is whacked.

What is the point of all this? I don’t know. I guess I’m just going to have to blame Zenith for my love handles.