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dragonlady7Went on a bike ride today, Z and I, exploring a bike path we saw yesterday while going with his mom to Old Man River's at Niawanda Park (on the Niagara River near the mouth of the Erie Canal) to celebrate his getting an interview so fast. It was a gorgeous day, not too sunny, not too windy, not too hot, not too dry, but not raining. So we hopped on the bikes and went up diagonally through Tonawanda's T-intersecting streets, up one, over one, up one, over one, and crossed Military and found Sheridan Park, and went up the bike trail there. It's a nice little trail, and much more pleasant than riding on Sheridan Blvd's uneven sidewalks for six miles until you get to the truck route by the 290 and... Ugh. Yeah. So, it was a pleasant ride, and we both voluntarily passed up ice cream. Unprecedented. Mississippi Mudd's was right there, and we looked at it, looked at one another, shrugged, and kept riding. Weird, I know.
Nearly hit a deer, which was standing in the overpass near the waste treatment plant looking absolutely flabberghasted. Not a very busy road, we can assume. Also nearly hit a bunny, which was behaving predictably stupidly. Z dramatically failed to hit a seagull, which he chased across the lawn on his bike until it took off and flew out over the river, which Z was not about to follow.
I offhandedly mentioned, with considerable cheer, that since my insurance card arrived in the mail yesterday, I was now covered and would not become bankrupt by unexpected medical expenses. Z simply laughed-- we've both taken our share of spills and never yet been seriously injured-- but I was quite thoroughly contented-- all the horrible scenarios my imagination routinely presents me with had little real fear value, as I do indeed have health insurance so good for me. Hey, I take my jollies where I can get them.
We were ambling home, zigzagging back down through Tonawanda, when I paused at a stop sign to indicate that I was turning left to a car that had come up behind me with alarming speed. (There was a stop sign. It had to stop. Right? I was nervous; if she ran the stop sign it'd be a dent for her and a shattered femur for me.) But the handlebars twisted when I removed my hand to signal, and i lost control of the bike and fell off, humiliatingly, into the middle of the intersection. Furious, I picked myself up and stalked off without so much as glancing at the car, which hesitated a moment before roaring past rather dramatically close to me. I've no idea what their deal was, but there you have it. Z got off his bike, all alarmed, and I said, "We're three blocks from home and if I ride fast I can get there before the blood starts. You can stand here if you like, but I'm going home."
Both knees are skinned, both palms bruised and one also skinned, but a little while with some ice, a couple Band-Aids, some Solarcaine (that shit sucks but we don't have any Neosporin and it's good enough so why not), and a half a bottle of wine later we zipped off for some pistachio ice cream at Anderson's. Which was wonderful, and dulled the pain somewhat. At the moment am drinking a Tom Collins in the name of professional development (I'd never had one but had to make one for someone the other day, and happen to have an open bottle of club soda that may well go flat soon so I'd better drink it), while Z naps.
I'm using his laptop. I discussed for a while today how badly I want a laptop. I would truly really honestly be much more productive if I had one. I was trying to think how to afford one. I don't want a PC one, I really want one that'll run Tiger. I don't really want to get rid of my iMac, though. I suppose if I did I could probably afford a new iBook-- my iMac was the top of the line when I bought it, and is still pretty damn good, as Apple hasn't advanced their hardware much since then. (Although they're making noises about the Intel shit, it'll be over a year before that comes out.) It's got a brand-new top of the line DVD burner installed, too-- just put in at Christmas, and higher-quality than the original factory one. Given the prices antique used iBooks are commanding, I could ask quite a hefty price of this iMac. But I don't want to get rid of it. I love it. I just want to have a laptop to use as well.
Meh. Needs more thought.
I did decide that once Dave has a job I should get off my ass and finish one of my novels. I've decided it should either be the historical Vikings one or the fantasy Barbarians one. I like the latter, but it's kind of overly complicated. I think it'll be really good once i get it sorted out. But Vikings is simpler and I could probably slog through it. But-- will it be worth it? I just don't have the faith in that one that I need. Yet.
Eh well. Am pondering all these things. With the help of Tom Collins am also increasingly drunk. And yes, i know I usually call him Dave, but he calls himself Z in all his comments and i feel I should cave to the pressure and call him what he calls himself. So Z it is, until I next forget.
Nearly hit a deer, which was standing in the overpass near the waste treatment plant looking absolutely flabberghasted. Not a very busy road, we can assume. Also nearly hit a bunny, which was behaving predictably stupidly. Z dramatically failed to hit a seagull, which he chased across the lawn on his bike until it took off and flew out over the river, which Z was not about to follow.
I offhandedly mentioned, with considerable cheer, that since my insurance card arrived in the mail yesterday, I was now covered and would not become bankrupt by unexpected medical expenses. Z simply laughed-- we've both taken our share of spills and never yet been seriously injured-- but I was quite thoroughly contented-- all the horrible scenarios my imagination routinely presents me with had little real fear value, as I do indeed have health insurance so good for me. Hey, I take my jollies where I can get them.
We were ambling home, zigzagging back down through Tonawanda, when I paused at a stop sign to indicate that I was turning left to a car that had come up behind me with alarming speed. (There was a stop sign. It had to stop. Right? I was nervous; if she ran the stop sign it'd be a dent for her and a shattered femur for me.) But the handlebars twisted when I removed my hand to signal, and i lost control of the bike and fell off, humiliatingly, into the middle of the intersection. Furious, I picked myself up and stalked off without so much as glancing at the car, which hesitated a moment before roaring past rather dramatically close to me. I've no idea what their deal was, but there you have it. Z got off his bike, all alarmed, and I said, "We're three blocks from home and if I ride fast I can get there before the blood starts. You can stand here if you like, but I'm going home."
Both knees are skinned, both palms bruised and one also skinned, but a little while with some ice, a couple Band-Aids, some Solarcaine (that shit sucks but we don't have any Neosporin and it's good enough so why not), and a half a bottle of wine later we zipped off for some pistachio ice cream at Anderson's. Which was wonderful, and dulled the pain somewhat. At the moment am drinking a Tom Collins in the name of professional development (I'd never had one but had to make one for someone the other day, and happen to have an open bottle of club soda that may well go flat soon so I'd better drink it), while Z naps.
I'm using his laptop. I discussed for a while today how badly I want a laptop. I would truly really honestly be much more productive if I had one. I was trying to think how to afford one. I don't want a PC one, I really want one that'll run Tiger. I don't really want to get rid of my iMac, though. I suppose if I did I could probably afford a new iBook-- my iMac was the top of the line when I bought it, and is still pretty damn good, as Apple hasn't advanced their hardware much since then. (Although they're making noises about the Intel shit, it'll be over a year before that comes out.) It's got a brand-new top of the line DVD burner installed, too-- just put in at Christmas, and higher-quality than the original factory one. Given the prices antique used iBooks are commanding, I could ask quite a hefty price of this iMac. But I don't want to get rid of it. I love it. I just want to have a laptop to use as well.
Meh. Needs more thought.
I did decide that once Dave has a job I should get off my ass and finish one of my novels. I've decided it should either be the historical Vikings one or the fantasy Barbarians one. I like the latter, but it's kind of overly complicated. I think it'll be really good once i get it sorted out. But Vikings is simpler and I could probably slog through it. But-- will it be worth it? I just don't have the faith in that one that I need. Yet.
Eh well. Am pondering all these things. With the help of Tom Collins am also increasingly drunk. And yes, i know I usually call him Dave, but he calls himself Z in all his comments and i feel I should cave to the pressure and call him what he calls himself. So Z it is, until I next forget.
