October 26, 2021
Sometimes I imagine that, as I type up a generous helping of this nonsense, there is someone out there who needs to read and see these observations and experiences. There has just been so much of everything! I can only imagine that you may be feeling the same. Reach out! Reach out your hand to me! Give me your hand! Give me your damn hand!
I got out for a nice recreational bicycle expedition this evening. It felt great! Why aren't I out there more? Life has a way of sucking you along in the pace line sometimes, I guess. I took my sleek skinny-tyred aero bike from the quiver/bike hook and took aim. Down to Z Lake. Where it all started.
The place I first visited and felt I should share here with you back almost 11 years ago. There weren’t many people out on the paths or along the shore.
Not shore why. A bit windy but 55 degrees or so. The first people that made an impression on me were a couple of middle-aged, somewhat stodgy-looking fisherwomen that I feel were of Corean origin that emerged from the brush looking unsuccessful. The first woman reminded me of Seobingo from the hit Korean series Oh My Ghost!
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| https://noonasoverforks.com/2015/07/13/oh-my-ghost-episode-4-recap/ |
I said hello, but no response. I decided just to circle the east half of the lake. That lake was so high, bro!
It was crazy. I felt like my bike was so fast, no way to stop me, no way to catch me. My bike outpaced my mind and I thought I was at a different part of the lake than I actually was!? No, I don't get out much these days. Everything seemed so intimate and intense. I stopped on the dam to savor it all for a moment.
Sometimes it feels like it’s all just spinning out of control. Mrs. Snot and I have been going through a bit of a rough patch. It all started a long time ago and it's mostly been smooth as a tacky singletrack dream. We've been married for 14 years and they have been wonderful years, every one of them. But marriage is not always easy. Sometimes it's a bit like riding through scores of walnuts on pavement with skinny tyres. And sometimes you think everything seems great and easy until you start trying to do all kinds of extraneous shit and eventually things fall down and you've got to clean things up and try to remember what you learned for next time.
Anyway, after my exhilarating outing, I made it back home and into the garage. I left the door open. I imagined the passersby looking into the inviting light of the garage on this cool autumn night. It’s less than a week until Halloween! Got your costume? Baby Snot picked one out for me. Guess what we're gonna be? Godzilla!! Oh, and I'm going to be a half-elf wizard (of course)! In the garage, I realized in a quick moment that I was not alone. I didn’t get a photo, but the cat looked just a lot like my first-ever pet- Twinkletoes! It had the same white v-neck and white diamond on her nose! I said “Hi there kitty!”: she quickly exited,
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| Cat exited |
but not before fixing me in her curious, cautious gaze. What did she communicate to me? "I am still with you!"?
So now I’m back home, upstairs beyond the reach of the radon, which is still a little high.
4.0 p-Cu/L is maximum recommended. I previously did a 1-day test that produced an average of 4.08. So I bought this long-term monitoring device, which has mostly been good, but lately has failed to reassure me. Levels seem to be higher after it's rained, especially on calm/non-windy days. So I headed upstairs to enjoy the warmer temps, more dilute radon concentrations, and some tunes. Mrs. Snot got me a CD called Ivory by Colours along with a fun pirate booke, also called Ivory! I was enjoying the ambient sounds of Colours whilst typing up my impressions of Z Lake outing. Mrs. Snot is an awesome gift giver, among her other many wonderful attributes. What did I get her? Something she wishes she didn’t have:
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| Parrot fan? Anyone? Bueller? |
and it’s got a nice perch in the closet.
Hope you've got a good perch! Brave on, fellow parrotroopers, brave brightly on!
Your,
BSO
