ANother way to say "errands" is "spend a bunch of money on crap you don't really need". Because of that I try to keep my running of "Errands" to a minimum and spend all my money on crap that I DO need when I "go to the store" which is subtly, but unquestionably different. As a non-errand runner I can not use my bike to run those errands that I don't run on, if you will. Well tonight I had two errands that actually had to be run! One, try to replace my broken bicycle light and two, get gas for the car so I could go to work tomorrow. Guess what I didn't take tonight either.....
Monday, September 30, 2013
Monday, September 16, 2013
Not a great year for the "first year of the rest of my life".
Last December I got sick. Real sick. The kind of sick where you are surprised and very grateful to have gotten better and not died, like you thought that you were going to. As happens with many people in similar situations, I was filled with a renewed zest for life and couldn't wait to go out and conquer the world.
Sadly, my wife, my boss, my two kids and my mortgage broker all found out that I did not, in fact, die and it was back to the grind stone for me. In the process I rode my motorcycle very little. And by "very" I mean "not at all". I rode my bike only slightly more often. We went camping twice in a camp site and once in a back yard. I hiked about ten miles total and still haven't mounted that Epic Backpacking Expedition that I long for. We DID go on a longer-than-usual super family vacation that I wouldn't have traded for any thing. All in all though, as far as the whole "new lease on life" thing goes, it was a solid C effort at best. Now with school and activities and the autumn chill all descending on us there is scant chance that I will joy my d'vive any time before we get to an even numbered year. On 15 Dec. I will find a quiet place in the Berkshires and lay my head down in the cold. I'll reflect on having the chance to still be a husband and father and all the joy that I find in the simple act of watching my children. Then I'll start planning all my adventures that I WILL conquer. Next year.
Sadly, my wife, my boss, my two kids and my mortgage broker all found out that I did not, in fact, die and it was back to the grind stone for me. In the process I rode my motorcycle very little. And by "very" I mean "not at all". I rode my bike only slightly more often. We went camping twice in a camp site and once in a back yard. I hiked about ten miles total and still haven't mounted that Epic Backpacking Expedition that I long for. We DID go on a longer-than-usual super family vacation that I wouldn't have traded for any thing. All in all though, as far as the whole "new lease on life" thing goes, it was a solid C effort at best. Now with school and activities and the autumn chill all descending on us there is scant chance that I will joy my d'vive any time before we get to an even numbered year. On 15 Dec. I will find a quiet place in the Berkshires and lay my head down in the cold. I'll reflect on having the chance to still be a husband and father and all the joy that I find in the simple act of watching my children. Then I'll start planning all my adventures that I WILL conquer. Next year.
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