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I'll get back to theme days once I find a groove of posting regularly. In the meantime, most of my posts are about some variation of books, bikes, buses, or Broadway. Plus bits about writing, nonprofits, and grief from time to time.

This blog is mostly lighthearted and pretty silly. It's not about the terrible things happening in the world, but please know that I'm not ignoring those things. I just generally don't write about them here.

07 July 2007

Little bit of everything

A few weeks ago, I had this conversation with the 9-year-old daugher of some friends:

I: (putting on mini-messenger bag)
Aspen: Why do you take that everywhere?
I: (stared at her feeling confused, and hoping she would clarify)
Aspen: Is it your purse?
I: Yes! (happy that she clarified and all is now clear)
Aspen: It doesn't look like a purse.
I: Thank you.
Aspen: (now is the one confused)

It's not her fault, all the other women in her life are extremely girly, and here she is faced with a grown-up who is not only not girly, but also not like anyone else she knows. Poor girl.
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So I got a new seat for my bike, one with a blinking light in back so drivers can see me from both directions. (I already had a headlight). But first, let's have a moment of silence for the old seat.



The padded cover was a couple of years old and, as you can plainly see, well-worn. So that was pretty much my clue that it was time for a new one.

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In other news, we ran six miles this morning. It's now been about 4 hours, and my body is still angry with me. I hope I recover in time to go running Monday morning.
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Last night I went to Hastings to pick up a DVD to watch while Chad was at work. I forgot my bike chain, though, so I had to leave the bike sitting outside, available to anyone who might be passing by and needed a new bike. So I stuck it in an out-of-the-way corner in between shops, directly in front of a door that looked like it only opened from the inside. Then I spent the whole time in the shop worrying that I would come out and find that not only had my bike not been stolen, but that I had been ticketed for blocking a fire exit.


Anyway, so I was looking in the TV section, because having the attention span of your average teenager, I prefer four episodes of one of my favourite shows to one long movie. Curiously enough, Hastings has seasons 1 and 3 of The West Wing. That's it. They seem to apply this same odd logic in DVD purchases to just about every other show as well. I do not understand.

So I was poking around, trying to decide between TWW, Smallville, CSI, Doctor Who, and Scrubs, when I saw one DVD with no companions, quietly sitting in alphabetical order: The Muppet Show.


Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner.

4 comments:

Kar said...

I'm glad your bike wasn't stolen.

Around jr high and high school, I was proud to watch the progressing length of the books I read, but around high school is when that stopped. I stopped right around ...medium book thickness? And I never got out of the young adult section. I do read occasional "adult" books (pretty much in the scifi/fantasy section, cos that's my favorite genre), but I don't know. I never made it out of adolescence, I guess.

Actually, if you can stand a little self-vindicating opinionated-ness, the truth is adult scifi/fantasy tends to require wading through a bunch of books that seem to be written only for the adventure/cool fantasy idea/whatever.

I could be wrong, but I really feel that the reason I love young adult, coming of age books is that they have the cool effects (which I love) but at bottom, they are about life, about a person and the process of being human. They're not just "oh that was a cool adventure." That's not enough for me. And that's why I never grew up.

The end.

Seriously--I'm sorry if that was too long for you.

Su said...

No, it was great. I used to be proud of my advanced reading level, too, but I also never grew up in the literary sense. Although I have taken the occasional venture into deeper waters.

Kar said...

Incidentally, the two purses I own are both mini-backpacks; the pretty one is bright cherry red. I hate not having my hands free.

Su said...

Ooh, I love my little messenger bag. We found it in Edinburgh, and it was exactly what I had been looking for. In a pinch, it can carry my glasses, a pair of scrubs (rolled up) and a sandwich.