ups & downs

So when I went to pick up my bike this afternoon, my beautiful headlamp was gone. G-O-N-E.? The whole assembly unscrewed from the handlebars and everything. And the bike was kinda tipped over/twisted, although still locked, which makes me wonder if someone was trying to make off with the whole thing.

There was much swearing.

(Elizabeth bought it for me for Christmas, and as I said at the time, it was way nicer than I would’ve bought for myself.)

I did manage to catch a break in the weather enough to ride home, and I had enough time to make some hard-boiled eggs for my semi-impromptu potluck in the park.

To which our friend J came, and the three of us shared some food with the homeless guy (Terry?) who hangs out around there.? And then it poured. Tropical style. We three ended up dashing home in a variety of mode (car, bike, foot) through rain that soaked my skirt completely.? (And then, in changing into pants, I tore it along the bottom hem almost like tissue paper.? Damn.)

But all in all, I’m feeling more relaxed and flexible than I was this time yesterday, which seems like something of a success.