I got my bike today and it's beautiful! The color of my bike is EXACTLY the same as our car.
I'm having to guess a bit at speed, as it reads in Kilometers (with a tiny inside ring reading mph). And the seat is not what I expected. The photos all showed a tan seat, so I ordered a tan jacket. The dealer and I were both surprised to see that the bike has a brown seat. Odd for a red bike. Odd for ANY bike. Black would have made more sense. Oh well - They are ordering me a tan seat so it will look as expected eventually. And when my butt's on the seat I don't see it!
I got the bike with 2 miles on it. I rode it home 24 miles. Ben and I rode into the hills tonight and I am now at 61 miles. I LOVE this bike. I feel so relaxed on it. Its perfect for me. And finally I feel happy to ride fast! Once I get 100 miles on my tires, I'm trying it on the freeway!
It's also WONDERFUL that Ben and I both have new bikes from same dealer. Both our bikes have approx 60 miles on them. We will be taking them in together for service. The dealer and all the folks working at this shop are wonderful. Aprilia for the win!
It sucks when I go to see a movie and have it figured out in the first 5 minutes. I feel like it's a waste of time after that.
I went to see Hancock. It was a good movie, but still.... the above issue bummed me out.
There's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good
There was no promise made, the part you've played, the chance you took
There are no boundaries set, the time and yet you waste it still
So it slips through your hands like grains of sand, you watch it go
There's no time to be lost, you'll pay the cost so get it right
There's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good
And never was there an answer, there an answer
Not without listening, without seeing
There are no answers here, when you look out you don't see in
There was no promise made, the part you've played, the chance you took
There's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good
The thing about your cat finding your long lost, hand-knitted, wool gloves for you is that he only brings you one and then refuses to reveal the location of the other.
If you want to know more about it, check out THIS site.
Just a bunch of crazy people? A few people don't think so and even though their case was thrown out, it still makes you wonder. (Government Seeks Dismissal of End-of-World Suit Against Collider)
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Yesterday, after spending the week with my sister and her boyfriend, we were on the long drive back to my mother's house. We started talking about the impressions we form of other people. Literally, what we take away from them during the time we have been in their company. Not the surface level impression of general likability, but the deeper layers that give us the general sensation of compatibility with our own patterns of behavior.
My sister's boyfriend gave me his interpretation of who I was when we were first introduced. Notably, he commented that I seemed to be the type of person who was very firm, very solid in knowing what I believe and what I know to be true for me. Paraphrasing briefly, he told me that I was someone who seemed most at peace and content when left to my own space...and that I seemed to grow uneasy or unsettled after too long a period with clusters or large groups of people.
His assessment was correct.
Today's daily newsletter in my mailbox from the DailyOm included my horoscope. Here's just a brief snippet of the message today:
...Your house, apartment, or even your bedroom can become a sanctuary that nurtures your soul and allows you to reconnect with your inner self. Freed from outer-world distractions, you can take care of personal chores, spend time pursuing enlightenment, or simply putter around the house. Home may offer feelings of comfort and contentment that you can’t find anywhere else... - DailyOm, Cancer Horoscope, July 5th
I chuckled. After I got home last night I was full and pleased to have spent time with my baby sister, my little jewel. But I was also eager to go home and re-orient my space to what I needed it to be. I burned sage through each of the rooms while in prayer, I followed it with sweetgrass to replace whatever had been removed with lightness and comfort. I burned sandalwood oil, I sat quietly and soaked it all in. As much fun as I had with her...I was off kilter, having immersed myself in so much energy that was not my own. I couldn't hear myself. And I get cagey and anxious when I cannot feel my own spirit in the company of other souls.
I believe a soul's spirit leaves a resin wherever it's been. You can feel it when you walk into a room and you experience an immediate shift in your disposition. From happy to anxious or indifferent to angry. Sometimes it's good. Like when you walk into your grandmother's home and you immediately feel a sense of peace and groundedness that washes over you like sunshine. Sometimes it can be jarring, like walking into a room where an argument occured and you suddenly feel filled with tension and conflict. We all leave an imprint on the space we've been in. And It can be difficult at times to distinguish your own feelings and moods from another. Some are more sensitive to it than others.
The more souls you have entering your space, the more you take in and process. Whether you consciously want to or not. Sometimes, it is simply too much for me to take in. Many times, I simply don't want the energy that's being offered to me. After having lots of traffic in my home or disruption to the order in which I do things, I grow eager to go through this little "orienting" process to settle my space. Once I cleanse away the lingering effects of the energy others have brought into my home, I can then get back to clearly feeling my own. I can get back to my center.
Today, I have no desire to leave the familiar, nurturing confines of my own home. I wish only to replenish myself so that I can resume going out into the world clearly hearing my own voice in a crowd of millions. My prayer for you, is that no matter where you are or who you are with...you can always find, hear and embrace your own incredible energy.
two words: fleet foxes
Seriously. The last band out of Seattle I really cared about was Band of Horses and they sold out to a car commercial so I lost all respect for them.
So seriously. Fleet Foxes. Every music critic agrees (first time ever, so u should know I mean business)
My last post was somewhat inspired by one of my favorite Christmas specials, A Claymation Christmas:
So awesome.
edit: I was looking for the video on Amazon (hint: I want it!) and found this gem:
"Are those two pieces of poop building another piece of poop out of snow?!"
or
"Are those three dookies singing Christmas carols?!"
And I'll be sitting on the other side of the room, with a look of expectation that says, "Don't you just LOVE it?!"
And they will say, "WE LOVE IT!" And out of kinship obligation, they will have to hang the singing poop on their wall.
Ok. I'm obviously getting delirious and downright gross at this point. Goodbye.
I'm sick.
I rarely get sick. Mostly when the seasons change. Even then, that might just be allergies.
I'm sure I'm sick this time.
Maybe it was the flight back home. Maybe it's the fact that California is on fire. I just don't know.
The symptoms: stuffy nose, stuffy head, sore throat, headah-y, body aches, changes is body temp (hot! cold! hot! cold!)
The most annoying of them is the stuffiness. A suggested Mucinex. But there's a couple of problems. I hate the prospect of mucus. Like, I will say that I'm just completely stuffed up and congested before I admit to having an ounce of mucus in my body. Weird and completely avoiding the issue? Maybe. But I don't get down with mucus. He said it works. But I don't have mucus (read: I'm in denial), so it won't help me. The other thing is, he said you have to drink hecka water cus you can get dehydrated or something. What if I don't drink enough water?? What if I get dehydrated in my sleep and wake up and look like this:
That's how I'll look if I take Mucinex and forget to drink water. I'll wake up looking like a raisin. (btw: that's Christie Brinkley with me, The California Raisin. She's in the news lately, for putting her to-be-ex on blast about his swinging lifestyle.)
So, stuffed-up I remained cus I was too scurred to take the suggested Mucinex.
Until! I remembered that I had nasal spray. DUH!
That stuff works! And it doesn't talk about the m-word (mucus) and it doesn't threaten to make me turn into a raisin! Cha-chiiiiing!
Into the right nostril the little applicator goes.
Except.
I apply too much pressure to the bottle and nasal spray GUSHES into my nose. BURN! DROWNING-SENSATION! CHEMICALS!
But I have to put it into the other side, otherwise my right nostril will be a wind tunnel and the left will be the Hoover Dam. The left side wasn't as bad as the right.
Some time later, while I can breathe, my nose is EXTREMELY sensitive. Too much nasal spray! Everything is making me sneeze. The air is too cold for my nose, so I'm walking around my place holding things to my nose cus it feels like I'm getting a can of condensed air blown up it every time I inhale. It's hard being all hot from the temperature, but having to hold my blanket to my nose cus it's freezing.
I.hate.being.sick.
