This morning, I rode my bike up to Hank and Frank’s, the recommended local bike shop on Claremont. I’ve walked that lots of times, and having done that at least twice a week for a month don’t even feel tired or sore after the trek, even when I’m really trying to move quickly. I suspect that this is because I have actually improved my health minimally in the time we’ve been walking everywhere on weekends (and often to dinner or the grocery during the week). But this morning, I nearly killed myself riding the bike over to the bike shop, and I’m not entirely sure why. I have a few theories that put me in the most positive light possible. The bike needed a tune-up badly. The seat wasn’t adjusted properly (which I did remedy part-way over there, and it helped quite a bit). The brakes were rubbing. Again, not complete BS, since they were rubbing pretty badly when I walked the bike into the shop. Like driving with the parking brake partially engaged, only without risk of fire. Maybe it will all be better when I get the bike back on Tuesday.
Or, more likely, I’m just that far out of shape. Gotta go to the Y. Any second now…
I really should go up there, though. We are spending money on it, after all.
The potential housing crisis has been averted, though Karen (a.k.a. our landlady) has informed me that Jacquie (a.k.a. neighbor downstairs) has put in her notice and is leaving in a month. I talked to James (a.k.a. Jacquie’s BF) for a moment about it yesterday when he returned our DVDs, and he says that she has some intersting opportunities that will involve travel with her job, so it doesn’t make sense to pay for a place when you’re never home. I have to agree with him on that. So, she’s moving home with her mom. That puts her closer to James, too, so that will be nice for them.
Today Stevie’s at his parents’ house in Hide-A-Way, and I’m sure they’re thrilled to see their baby boy. I miss them. It’s been very hard being here alone this weekend. I’m so lonely. I miss the life I used to have, even though I don’t regret coming out here. Well, I don’t regret it right now. I have regretted it occasionally since we sold the house months ago. I really miss that house and our neighborhood. I miss walking up to get coffee early on Sunday mornings with Stephen and chatting with the barista. I miss the cats going out on the porch, and sitting out there with Molly drinking beer late in the evening when it wasn’t too hot. Oh, and how I miss my car. I loved that car. It’s probably not good for me to have become so attached to something like that, but I do miss it so.
I think I’m going to try to revel in the weather here today, though. It’s already something like 100 degrees in Dallas, and it’s only 65 here. Yes, I’ll go out on the back porch and read for a bit. Here’s what I’m reading right now, if you’re interested.