1. the MAMIL* on their aristocratic rides hustling for asphalt rights
2. MAMIL-wannabe (same clothes, with paunch) on mountain bikes with monster tires jostling for space on the park connectors
3. new generation middle-aged avuncular types on foldable bikes who think they are also pedestrians
4. those who cycle on errands
*middle aged men in lycra
HOM's retired.
the loo seat is fixed.
the junk basket is half full. (it was full)
the spare batteries are organized.
the NAS has a back-up.
E is bemused.
it's been two weeks.
we are grateful.
today i break free of the tyranny of calibri and finally learn how to make arial the default on my word documents. it's only taken all of several decades. that and google.
i wait at the traffic junction for the light to change. i hope it changes before the drizzle gets heavier. suddenly the drizzle stops. a stranger stands nearby with her umbrella sheltering me. we wait for the light cross the road together and part at the start of the covered pathway.
thank you!
this is my song, o God of all the nations/ a song of peace for lands afar and mine/ this is my home, the country where my heart is/ here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine/ but other hearts in other lands are beating/ with hopes and dreams as true and high as mine/ my country's skies are bluer than the ocean/ and sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine/ but other lands have sunlight too and clover/ and skies are everywhere as blue as mine/ oh, hear my song, o God of all the nations/ a song of peace for their land and for mine. - lloyd stone
thinking of current affairs and feeling bleah. :(
for an amputated survey, consider china - usa - russia - uk - malaysia - israel - vaccine idiocy - conspiracy theories - myanmar - india - huawei - you name it. so many good intentions gone astray. it's enough to make a girl give up on reading the news.
