Things might be looking up.

The Mrs. landed the job she wanted, which is very near to where I work. And we might move again — into the larger apartment nextdoor to where we live now. Last time we moved, we moved upstairs and down the hall, and we did it quickly. This time should be even more do-able. The door is literally a foot or two from ours. Moving is always stressful, but it’s always exciting.

I’m still on crutches and sore and angry. I see the foot specialist tomorrow morning, and I’m hoping for good news. Saw several good films this weekend. Drank a lot of good coffee.

My bike and related gear will get returned tonight. I can thank the lady who thinks “I didn’t see you” excuses running over a part of someone’s body and breaking it for the fact that it’s been in my bedroom for me to stare at and not ride for two weeks. I could have been trying to ride a little this week if not for her negligence. While that idea makes me sick, the fact that I won’t wake up tomorrow and see it there makes me feel a fraction of a fraction better. If I still want it when I ride again, I’ll buy it again. I think I’d rather hit the LBS and have a nice relationship like when I first started cycling in Carbondale and had a bike shop we went to for, literally, everything. I miss that. I did get a sweet deal at the other place, though. But, I don’t know. I didn’t like my buying experience, and it wasn’t all because I couldn’t ride that bike home.

The best bike ride I have ever taken in my entire life was when we rode our bikes home from Phoenix Cycles in Carbondale, when we bought them and decided to sell the car (even though it took another two months to actually sell it). I was speeding along the back roads of SIU, and the big goofy grin on my face made some people look at me strangely and others smile back, as they rode their bikes to where they were going also.

I’d like to experience that again.

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