I bought a bike. It's purple and silver and has seven gears. I haven't been this excited about non-motorized equipment since I was in fifth grade. It just so happens that we live near some serious bike trails. Santa Clarita has 26 miles of bike trails -- most of which are completely intersection-free -- so you don't have to worry about cars. And while I've been out walking on the trails, I've seen people go buy on bikes. And I've thought, "Gee, that looks like fun." And I could cover a lot more territory. My walks are all HGTV-motivated. I go out to look at the neighbors' decorating and landscaping. So on Saturday, the HMA took me to Target where I made my selection. Of course, when I got to the store, I was wearing a dress. So I had to invest in an $8 pair of leggings to wear on my trip home. I bought a helmet and a bike pump too. After a couple of practice laps in the Target parking lot, I set out. (It's probably only four or five miles.) I made it right up to the top of the hill into the front of our subdivision before I tipped over. I hadn't had lunch and I was a little woozy. I called the HMA for a rescue. He came out and walked me and the bike 100-feet back to the house where he gave me an orange popsicle. What else do you give a middle-aged woman with low blood sugar who's behaving like she's in junior high?