I was finally able to sit down and have a really long chat with my bicycle, yesterday, about why it decided to quit working after the little "incident" a few weeks ago. I don't understand its problem. Really. I mean, I'm the one that broke my wrist; I don't see why it had to get all ornery about the accident and decide to quit working. But we talked it out, and it decided to let go of the chain that it was holding locked between the frame and sprocket. I didn't even have to threaten it. Maybe it was tired of being left out in the rain we've been having?
At any rate, I was back on my bike for the first time in more than 3 weeks, yesterday, and the kids and I returned to our routine of biking to school, today. It was good. I hadn't realized how much I was missing the biking. Of course, it's still one handed biking, because I can't grip the left handlebar, yet. I can sort of use my fingertips to guide it from that side, if I need to, though, so, I think, I'm good.
However, that means that I'm, once again, cutting my reading time. See, when we walk, the kids and I, I read. People look at me funny. Stare. Sometimes yell indecipherable things from passing cars. But, you know, why spend it just walking when I can read as I stroll along? It's more efficient the way I do it. Of course, I don't read as much on the legs of the trips when they're with me, but that's okay.
Now, I just have to remember those lessons about what not to do while riding my bike...
In other back in the saddle news, I'm almost finished with my revisions in the 1st edition of my book, The House on the Corner. Yes, this does relate to "back in the saddle" even if only in my own head, at the moment. That will become more clear sometime in the next of couple weeks. But what does all of this mean for you? Well, as soon as I've finished this, I'm going to make the 1st edition unavailable. I will be replacing it with The House on the Corner: The First Person Edition. So, if you want to own for your very own a 1st edition copy of House, now is the time to do it. Then you can pet it and call it "my precious" the way I do when no one is around to see me.
No, I don't really do that. But I have thought it.
Okay, I'm going to go, now... back to that other post I've been working on for... I don't even know how long, days and days.