A few of my beloved possessions, and I say "beloved" quite loosely, because I know in fact that these same possessions were not nearly as "beloved" when I had them at my leisure...but now that they are in Kentucky, I realize how beloved they truly are. (Honestly, I don't even know what's down there in the storage unit, I know my chair was among the casualties, but my
bike is apparently a survivor!)
During one of the infamous Tuesday night dinners, I was confiding my desire for a bike to the Dominic's crowd. I couldn't remember if my bike was taken to Kentucky or if it were in fact a casualty of the move like my chair. (Note: when I had my chair, it was nothing more than a place to stack my clothes, but when I moved out and had no furniture, I wished I had used it as a chair when I had the chance.) Back to my original thought...Grandma suggested her bike, which was, at the time, collecting dust in my cousin's garage. I didn't want to take it from my cousin if she was going to use it, but she said it was okay if I took it, so I agreed. One afternoon, I had a yearning to go for a bike ride, but it looked like a storm was blowing in, so I talked Tiffany into riding over to Grandma's with me in case it rained, because she knows how much I hate being wet and cold, and I would never make it back home on the bike til the storm was over.
So, I have had this bike for about a month now, and I've gone on quite a few bike rides, but it didn't occur to me that anyone would care about me or my bike, seeing as I stay on the sidewalks and follow all rules of traffic. But a couple days ago, some people were actually yelling at me from their cars, as I was peddling down the sidewalk of a back road. Then it hit me. The sneers from the snobby people of Medina...they were making fun of me!! Of my bike!! It was unfathomable!!
Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of my bike. It is my sister's favorite color (red), with the perfect shaped handlebars for a cute little basket, it's a little too tall for me, so when I come to a stop I have to stand up to reach the ground, the chrome colored fenders cover a good two-thirds of each wheel. The back fender tends to rattle a lot when I ride over bumps. So, excuuuuse me, Medina snobs, but while you are in your stupid shiny Volvos burning precious fuel at $3.99 per gallon, I am busy burning calories on my old-fashioned bike!! Oh snap! Who's laughing now?!?!
My bike is awesome!
In other life cycles...I survived my first ever visit to the dreaded gynecologist last week. I was terrified, as I confessed to him, "I've never done anything like this before." He was very nice and compassionate, but as he showed me the plastic thing that clicks three times I wanted only two things...my mommy and Pepper my gray pound puppy!!! Where was Pepper? Another casualty of the move? I couldn't bear the thought! I know I had safely packed him into a box with all of my other stuffed sentimental friends, but where was the box?! In Kentucky? In one of the closets at the condo? I just didn't know!! I was flashing back to the days of getting shots from the "stabbing lady" and how I would squeeze Pepper as tight as I could while she jammed needles into my sensitive buttock!!! As I watched the plastic thing go "click, click, click" I was wishing now more than ever that I had my beloved pound puppy to help get me through this! In the end, I didn't really need Pepper...the exam was nothing like I had anticipated. I didn't have to kick the doctor in the face like I had envisioned. So, it was all good.
And that is about all I have to say in regards to life cycles and their relations to my beloved possessions! :)
