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October 26, 2005
Futility 
All I really want to do is to knit and play with maps. I tried reading a book this morning—that sort of thing used to be way high on my list of fun things to do—but the words swam on the page. So many words.
Perhaps in a related note, I am obsessed with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' Maps (though I've never heard the Yeah Yeah Yeahs—the version I have is by Arcade Fire)
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Yesterday was pretty good, all things considered. I did the Salmon Street Death March, the three mile walk up and back down the Salmon Street hill, with the usual suspects. It felt good, though I appear to have deeply offended a cow-orker that I don't know very well. I'm not sure if I should get upset about that, but given that I'm on the fence about it, I think I should just give up the catholic guilt and not worry about it.
Of course, fifteen minutes before I could leave work, it began pouring. I thought about leaving Sweetie's bike in the garage—but it's not my bike, and what if it walked off? I thought about taking the train part of the way home, but I'd still end up soaked. A cow-orker offered to ferry me and the Black Hole home, but I was pretty certain that I'd end up soaked, and that the bike wouldn't fit into her car.
During the day, I had read Liz's recent entry about the not-so-recent beginning of her regular exercise, which involved following through on a promised walk, even in the pouring rain. And I thought, I could act like I'm made of soap and avoid the rain, or I could just ride home.
I chose the latter. I had my yellowjacket as my only raingear, which is water-resistant, so within about the first five minutes, I became soaked to the skin. Honestly, it's easier once you're soaked, because it just can't get any worse. Since I was riding the Black Hole, the ride home was pretty easy once I got past my ever complaining internal voice.
But I was soaked through. Sweetie met me at the door with a towel straight from the dryer. I began piling wet clothes on the floor, and was surprised to see water running away from the pile. Yikes. And my favorite red mary-janes - soaked through. Hopefully they'll survive this.
On my list of things to do today: buy rain gear. Seriously.
Posted at October 26, 2005
Comments
You are more intrepid woman that I!
Posted by: neca at October 26, 2005 12:32 PM
Wow, *I* inspired *you*? Crazy. Riding in the rain is actually one of my fav things to do. I think of it as an urban cleansing ritual. Though I don't know if I would feel that way if I was wearing mary-janes!
Posted by: Liz at October 26, 2005 5:46 PM
Wow, *I* inspired *you*? I think of *you* as *mine*, for the record. Riding in the rain is actually one of my fav things to do. I think of it as an urban cleansing ritual. Though I don't know if I would feel that way if I was wearing mary-janes!
Posted by: Liz at October 26, 2005 5:46 PM
dude. rain gear. A good plan.
Posted by: brit at October 26, 2005 10:49 PM
But don't you feel so righteous when you finish a workout in the rain? Yeah, I feel much better. Wet, but better!
Posted by: susan at October 27, 2005 4:31 AM