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I always have these bold ideas of what I should write here. Grandiose visions of essays regarding my thoughts on health care, immigration, socialism, American culture, historic architecture, and the dreamy feeling of a fine steel bicycle on a long ride.
But, I am busy. Busier than I want to be.
So I am cutting some extraneous things, simplifying once again. Recovery is going to require it. The stitches in the knee are healing, but the underlying pain in the tendons around the knee is gonna take some time to go away. Likewise, the shoulder. Gaining motion and strength everyday, but still hurts quite a bit. So, all of this is gonna take some refocus on my part. Some patience and time. I can feel it.
I already live a fairly simple life, not much more left to cut. But there are a few tenacious threads...things I've clinged to...things that no longer deserve to be in my head...these things are getting jettisoned overboard. Adios. So sorry, you lose...better luck next time.
Two more weeks of classes, then plenty more time to ride after that. Even thought about trimming back to teaching only one class in the fall, just to add in some ride time...but the additional course was the honors course...and I love talking about protests in America...so I'll be teaching two again.
Gonna be riding with a different focus altogether. Converting the La Cruz into a deluxe and beautiful touring bike, replete with racks and bags....I'll be commuting more and, as long as the shoulder is strong enough and isn't nagged by it, I'll be heading off for some overnight tours.
So, once again. Out with old, in with the new...rebuilding the self...striving for the ultimate eye, the grand connection with the starry night, the silent bond with the brilliant sun.
P.S. I still haven't told my mother about the crash, so keep you mouths shut til I get the stitches out.  |
