some random observations
1. On sunny afternoons when the weather is tiptoeing ever-so-slightly towards springtime, you are increasingly likely to conclude that your time is really better spent running loops around the park listening to Israeli pop music, than, say, editing the drafts you promised to finish today. (I ran 10 kilometres this afternoon instead of my usual 5, so I am sore & happy & feeling immoderately pleased with myself.)
2. With library cards cometh library fines. Dammit. I really must become a better-organized person.
3. Craigslist can be a pain in the ass, but have patience and it shall bring you (nearly) all things. For example, this lovely little bicycle that I bought today for forty dollars. I am going to get it a basket to carry books and vegetables, and take last week's cute date up on that proposal of bicycle excursions to South Williamsburg and Coney Island. It's almost as adorable as my little green Oxford bike that got stolen, and actually in considerably better condition. The girl who sold it to me lives on the park, too, so even though it was dark and I had no helmet, I was able to ride it home, flying along the broad park-edge sidewalks in the dim light of the streetlamps, almost laughing aloud with delight.
2. With library cards cometh library fines. Dammit. I really must become a better-organized person.
3. Craigslist can be a pain in the ass, but have patience and it shall bring you (nearly) all things. For example, this lovely little bicycle that I bought today for forty dollars. I am going to get it a basket to carry books and vegetables, and take last week's cute date up on that proposal of bicycle excursions to South Williamsburg and Coney Island. It's almost as adorable as my little green Oxford bike that got stolen, and actually in considerably better condition. The girl who sold it to me lives on the park, too, so even though it was dark and I had no helmet, I was able to ride it home, flying along the broad park-edge sidewalks in the dim light of the streetlamps, almost laughing aloud with delight.
posted by kitabet at 7:53 PM
1 Comments:
congratulations, sweetheart. your ode to the bike reminded me of Robert Hass' pome, The Yellow Bicycle. The first stanza is as follows:
The woman I love is greedy,
but she refuses greed.
She walks so straightly.
When I ask her what she wants,
she says, "A yellow bicycle."
- love, from an intensely green, punctuated with daffodil yellow, oxford
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