This morning I walk out to go to the office, I round the corner of my building, putting on my helmet and the thingy that stops my pant legs from getting caught in the chain. I turn to unlock my bike and I find it sitting there minus the rear wheel. Crippled.
I'm shocked and not shocked. Sad. Angry. It feels awful to be robbed. You feel violated and helpless. Explosed.
I stomp off to work on my other vehicle: my feet. I'm grouchy today.
I go to the art gallery after work with Ceri and that cheers me up. Walking home later I'm carrying some thin hope that maybe I was seeing things; it wasn't MY bike I'd seen this morning. I look at the spot and there it is. My bike. Crippled.
I'm not so patient when it comes to life's inconveniences. And I know, in the mind of the thief, it's got nothing to do with me; but in my mind it's all about me and I can't stop thinking about the lurking tire predator, laughing at me; challenging me to fix it.
There is a new gelato joint in the neighbourhood. This could be trouble.
Coffee in bed. Meeting up with Cathy and Stan for brunch. Rain not happening. Bike ride. Jazz fest.
Coming home this evening, I see a girl who looks strikingly like I did 35 years ago. It's like seeing a ghost.
Pleasantly tired is how Ceri describes himself at the end of today. I concur.
Worked late again; much later than I expected to today. Proposal is finally submitted. I walked a bit over in the harbour to get a photo before coming home. How dedicated to the photo project am I?
I'm knackered. And not from strolling by the water.
… between the looming thunderstorm, the pink clouds and the cerulean sky.
Can't call a winner, but it was sure nice being out there. Summer, I'm so glad you're here.
I forgot to charge my phone (and workday camera) and it died at lunchtime today, and so again I was out after supper to find my daily photo. Thursday night, lots to do at home, so I don't want to go far; but I've been down in the harbour and associated gardens plenty. I'm walking around waiting for something to ask to be photographed, and something does. Masts.
Lines. Shapes. Sky. All gave me pleasure today.
This morning before work I make my breakfast and enjoy it, and then my lunch because I didn't make it last night. Before I put my makeup on and get dressed I finish loading the dishwasher and run it and clean those last few un-dishwasherable things in the sink and sip my coffee with pleasure.
I go to the gym over a late lunch, even though we had a meeting at noon and technically that was lunch.
I shop a little on the way home. It's hot, and I'm glad to get in. I try a new recipe for cauliflower fritters and decide I might try them again but with certain changes, like ditching the garlic and adding some onion and something bitey like mustard and/or chili powder. While the things are cooking I sort the laundry and throw a load in.
I don't have today's picture yet so after I've cooked and eaten, I go for a walk over to the Toronto Music Garden. It's much changed from the two weeks since I've been there last – plants are spilling everywhere and there's a rowdy bird party going on in the trees. I shoot a bunch of shots, and decide I should walk back home and then wonder, why? Why leave a garden in a hurry?
When I do get home I go down to the parking garage where my bike is sitting in many layers of dust and dirt. I give it a good washing down and pump up the tires and I'm tempted to take it for a spin but I'm thinking of the shape of my kitchen after the new recipe tryout and the laundry that needs to be transitioned from washer to hanger-up thingy or dryer.
I deal with the laundry and I clean up the kitchen and take a shower and sit down to sort out the photos. I'm glad I didn't take too many.
Suddenly it's bedtime and again I didn't get around to visiting blogs or responding to comments on mine and I STILL didn't shorten those pants, and my place STILL looks a mess. But one couldn't fault me for not stopping to smell the roses. And tomorrow's another day.
The problem with posting early in the day is that you might find some great images later! After dinner Ceri and I take a walk, first in the Toronto Music Garden, and then over to the Harbourfront Centre. I don't need to tell you it was a beautiful evening.