Wandering, Wondering, Writing
Today was one of those days when I just couldn’t even. I had to have a nap or was going to fall over. Later I managed a short ride to the post office and library, and then walked home. Something feels like it has been out of kilter for a while, more than just low iron. I won’t go into the whole thing but whatever it is is annoying and troublesome. Maybe the community health safety net will figure it out and heal me. Ha ha ha ha ha!
It’s been a while since I’ve been to acupuncture or for a massage, so I need to splurge for the former and use a coupon for the latter. Reminds me of a softball game I stumbled upon in Seattle with my girlfriend. Someone asked me, “Are you LDS?” Not knowing if they were selling me acid or just what in the hell they were speaking about, I said, “Not yet.” You see, LDS is short for the Church of Latter Day Saints. You know, they of the huge choir and tabernacle, sister wives (allegedly): aka Mormons. I told you this would be meandering.
Last night a woman who looked like she could be living on the streets because she was walking past me the other direction under an overpass in the middle of the road yelled something at me. It sounded like “You ain’t no big time cyclist!” Well, duh. Never said I was, complete random stranger. I couldn’t really hear her so said back in a loud, calm voice, “I couldn’t really hear you, but shut up.” It was somewhat satisfying because she yelled back and had to know I couldn’t hear. She knew she was yelling in the wind. Obviously she was having a bad day, but so was I.
Zombie Jesus Day
That’s because the grocery store was closed when I required something due to Zombie Jesus Day. (Thanks, Steve.) I’m not sorry if that offends any Christians out there because: a) it’s a joke, so get over yourself, b) it’s a pretty funny joke at that c) it’s an interesting metaphor — is believing in religion have alot to do with your brains getting eaten? and d) if you’re honest with yourself, it’s also sorta accurate. People who die and come back are usually zombies. Or vampires. Or otherwise not healthy, normal people. Definitely not something that is not full of life or worshipped.
Point is, some days we are not at our best. People better recognize and not yell random shit at me and expect me to smile and nod politely. Their next action could be physical assault, so I assert myself. The mean streets of Austin, amirite? We should be more forgiving of others, and they should forgive us. Wait! That’s part of the Lord’s Prayer. I just kind of argued against myself there, and Jesus won. Oh well. He’s still a zombie. And I guess zombies are pretty cool. Anyway, e) if you’re Christian, you must forgive me, especially because I’m chosen. That’s right, I’m Jewish. Well, at least from the waist down. #Winning!
I Love http://www.IHateBicyclists.com!
I wasn’t going to mention this site since it’s so negative and bad for bicyclists, but it’s kinda funny in a Schadenfreude / Punk’d sort of way. The author is called Falco (pretty sure the “Rock Me Amadeus” singer is dead, so he’s a charlatan poseur who probably bikes everywhere and wears Spandex even when he’s not on his bicycle) claims it’s a humor site. Basically all about stupid things bicyclists do. Which can be funny if you thrive on other people’s misery and stupidity. I won’t steal his fire; you can go and see for yourself. Or not. The one redeeming virtue of his site is that if you’re a cyclist, you should pretty much do the exact opposite of the stupid shit he shows in great detail with obvious delight.
In Other News
I may have found some income for a short time, and if I do, that means I can buy more kale and eggs like I had for brunch in the picture below. It also means probably less time to spend messing about on the blog. It had to happen. “Blogging and books are marathons,” job coach Marc Miller of Career Pivot said to me today.
Despite my fatigue, last week was my longest yet this year. So that’s cause for cautious optimism. Maybe there is still gas in the tank, energy in the legs, desire in the wherever desire is. If I can solve if not at least treat the various health challenges, maybe I can get myself back to longer rides. But I have to ask myself, why? Isn’t riding 80 to 100-mile weeks what I swore to swear off doing so I could write more, and have a more balanced life? Yes, but it sure is easier to hop on the bike for a few hours than it is to clean house, sort through boxes, or determine my purpose and meaning of my life on this planet. So we’ll see how it goes. Balance is the image of my sun sign in astrology, after all.
One follower, Sorryless (whom you go should check out — Wait! After finishing this blog, silly! — because he’s a smart and funny writer), said he liked to hear about progress on the book. I can say it’s slow going, but it is going. May 2016 did not have but one blog really, so I am going week by week to look at the titles of past rides in Strava, as well as emails, calendar, and whatever recollections they may trigger. Reconstructing what I was thinking and feeling is much harder to do than put down what I was doing. How to make a compelling book out of it is the challenge.
At some point I really will have to make an effort to find allies and teachers to see what I’m doing right. One book, suggested by Dale Thele, sounds great. I just have not made reading a high priority. Although I’m now barely starting to read a book on Time Management, so maybe that wil help, especially as my time gets squeezed by this awful thing known as a J-O-B. (Dammit! There’s another Christian reference!)
I Could Go On…
…but I won’t because I’m over 1,000 words again. Clearly, this was not a very clear day. This happens. We’ll get back on our bikes again tomorrow. Just. Keep. Pedalin’.
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