July 21, 2014
Have you ever been worried about your financial status in
relation to impending financial obligations?
If your response is in the affirmative, then perhaps you have taken a
trip down to your local plasma donation center (PDC). I used to be a fairly regular donator back in
my college days. Then I returned to
college a while back and eventually ended up spending most of my savings. So yesterday I paid a visit to my local PDC.
As I was heading over to video booth 3 to watch a video
about plasma donation details and specifications, I clumsily bumped my foot
between the chair leg and the wall of the narrow nook. I ended up opening my elbow scab from the
scrape I inflicted upon myself during my latest trip to Tranquility Park.
After waiting around for another hour, the busy
but amiable nurse examined my arms, dabbed my elbow with a cloth and got a
little blood so I was summarily dismissed.
No open wounds allowed! Well
guess what, Nurse Friendly, I am clumsy and getting clumsier. I am also a bicycler and a frequently confused DIY-er, so I will probably not be back to your PDC because I always have
cuts and scrapes on arms and legs, etc.
But, please, both of you dear readers, do not fret about my financial
situation. I have a good job lead and I
hope that I will not be needing the PDC’s $50 for 2-4 hours of my time (1st
visit, probably closer to 2 hours on subsequent trips). It was still nice to get out for some
pedaling. The PDC also had a nice bike
rack.
On the way back I started reflecting upon my recent
back-to-school experience. I realized
that I will never be a great rock-n-roll educator like I had previously
envisioned. For one thing, me and kids
don’t have the same interests. For
example, I think my proper Hogwarts school is Hufflepuff, whereas an 8th
grader once tried to tell me she thought I was Ravenclaw! As if!
It’s like these kids just can’t relate!
I also like One Direction whereas these kids are all into One Direction
plus some other bands that I don’t know anything about! My inability to find common interests with
kids these days is so severe that I had not even visited the local BMX track
out at Heflinger Park to try to communicate with them about something that I am vaguely familiar with - bicycles. I had no
intention of visiting it either, until I saw this sign.
I took this as a sign that I should visit the track. It is very nice.
A friend of mine informed me that they had
recently finished some pretty major improvements. I would have taken the Bastard on a lap or
two, but there were pesky munchkins with large, full helmets and squinty eyes
pedaling about sinisterly.
One of them
appeared to be looking at my shins the way a dog looks at a mailman’s leg. I beat it. Now I don't know much, but I also do not know anything much about BMXing. I have a hunch, though, that there are parents who sign their kids up to BMX and parents who prefer a nice shady multi-use trail with their offspring securely perched atop a stable steed.
As I rode along the multi-use trail that now extends for
much of the way from 90th to 144th on the north side of
Blondo,
I happily day-dreamed about retiring at one of our fair city’s
nice-looking retirement communities.
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| No I did not edit this. The grass is really that green! |
That gazebo looked like a sweet place to have a nice glass of iced tea
and maybe some homemade ice cream. I think
I can handle the cantankerous part of retirement, but I’m not looking forward
to the potential incontinence and related health problems. I just hope I can ride my bicycle until I am
100, like in this inspirational novel/guide.
Things are getting better. I can feel it. On the way home I even saw my Hogwart's school totem - the hard-working groundhog of Hufflepuff.
Plasmatics? Why sure! Although I don't know if Wendy and the Plasmatics were bicyclers, they certainly donated some bodily fluids of many varieties to various causes!
Ride far and free my friends!
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