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June 11, 2007
Oma 
So, I bought a bike, and I think it's the most beautiful bike in the world. It might also be the heaviest. I love it. I'm getting nowhere fast, but I'm doing it in style.
My euphoria of getting the new bike was shot down soon enough—my sweetie's father has had a series of small strokes over the last week, and he's lost some motion and control on the left side of his body. Sweetie flies down to see him tomorrow, while I'll stay here. I am so absolutely distracted by this, because of course, my father had a series of small strokes a few months before he died. I'm reminding myself that even though my father died a few months later, this doesn't mean Sweetie's dad will.
I have been thinking so much of my dad in the last couple days.
I rode into work this morning wearing a long skirt. With the skirt guard and the enclosed chain and the internal hub, I didn't have to worry about the bike biting my clothing or making it dirty. I love that. I feel so dignified on the Oma, so adult in an odd but very satisfying way. I love it.
Posted at June 11, 2007
Comments
your bike sounds neat! sorry to hear about j's father -- hope things improve there.
Posted by: Chrissie at June 15, 2007 8:12 AM