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Catching up
Jun. 12th, 2002 11:50 pmIt's been a few days since I made an entry. Not much happened on Monday or Tuesday. Saw an eclipse. Read for book club. Had an excruciating sinus headache.
Today was better, though, because I actually got out of the house. S had promised that we would go riding this evening. We rode to the mall so I could pay my department store credit card bill, and I learned something. People seem to cut you a ton of slack for looking like something the cat dragged in as long as you're carrying a motorcycle helmet. At least, I cut myself more slack.
We took another beautiful local ride, this time through a rural area charmingly (and appropriately) called Green Valley to Flaming Geyser State Park. Yes!!! There is a flaming geyser! How cool is that? Well, not as cool as it was about 70 years ago, when it would shoot a flame up to 15 feet tall. Now it looks like somebody embedded a Bic lighter in a little concrete pillar. The damn thing has usually gone out, and you have to light it yourself. How mortifying. Still, it is a lovely park next to a river that can be death to raft down. We climbed a short way up into the woods before it got too muddy to continue. There is also an airfield where people fly their RC planes and helicopters. This appeals to S much more than it does to me, but he was awfully patient while I stood on the bridge over the little creek falls. I could have stayed there for an hour, but nobody is that patient.
This is one of the rides we want to inflict on our city-folk friends. It's full of curves and it winds past a couple of horse estates with glossy, sassy steeds. We watched this season's cow puppies cavorting in the fields and dodged suicidal swallows. One difference between car and bike travel is that on a bike, you can smell everything. This is almost always a good thing unless it's a dead skunk or an idling diesel engine or a farmer manuring the south 40. Usually, though, it's grass and trees and flowers. Yes, trees have a smell.
Afterward we rode down to Borders for a snack and The Stranger. Riding home, we turned a corner and there was the slimmest crescent moon like a silver curl in the indigo sky. I almost lost control of my bike, it was so beautiful.
Riding tonight made me so happy. I think it has to do with S. He watches over me and protects me from myself and the other idiots on the road. He picks routes that he thinks will be the most fun for me without exceeding my abilities. When I do something well, he tells me. I know I hold him back, and I'm glad that he goes riding on his own sometimes. But when he rides with me like this, I just feel so incredibly loved.
Today was better, though, because I actually got out of the house. S had promised that we would go riding this evening. We rode to the mall so I could pay my department store credit card bill, and I learned something. People seem to cut you a ton of slack for looking like something the cat dragged in as long as you're carrying a motorcycle helmet. At least, I cut myself more slack.
We took another beautiful local ride, this time through a rural area charmingly (and appropriately) called Green Valley to Flaming Geyser State Park. Yes!!! There is a flaming geyser! How cool is that? Well, not as cool as it was about 70 years ago, when it would shoot a flame up to 15 feet tall. Now it looks like somebody embedded a Bic lighter in a little concrete pillar. The damn thing has usually gone out, and you have to light it yourself. How mortifying. Still, it is a lovely park next to a river that can be death to raft down. We climbed a short way up into the woods before it got too muddy to continue. There is also an airfield where people fly their RC planes and helicopters. This appeals to S much more than it does to me, but he was awfully patient while I stood on the bridge over the little creek falls. I could have stayed there for an hour, but nobody is that patient.
This is one of the rides we want to inflict on our city-folk friends. It's full of curves and it winds past a couple of horse estates with glossy, sassy steeds. We watched this season's cow puppies cavorting in the fields and dodged suicidal swallows. One difference between car and bike travel is that on a bike, you can smell everything. This is almost always a good thing unless it's a dead skunk or an idling diesel engine or a farmer manuring the south 40. Usually, though, it's grass and trees and flowers. Yes, trees have a smell.
Afterward we rode down to Borders for a snack and The Stranger. Riding home, we turned a corner and there was the slimmest crescent moon like a silver curl in the indigo sky. I almost lost control of my bike, it was so beautiful.
Riding tonight made me so happy. I think it has to do with S. He watches over me and protects me from myself and the other idiots on the road. He picks routes that he thinks will be the most fun for me without exceeding my abilities. When I do something well, he tells me. I know I hold him back, and I'm glad that he goes riding on his own sometimes. But when he rides with me like this, I just feel so incredibly loved.
