August 15, 2011

Curiously Reappearing

     It's been over a month since my last post, and while I certainly noticed that I haven't been writing on a regular basis — I didn't expect it to affect the people closest to me as much as it has. This last week in particular has been really tough on them, so much that sending heckling text messages daily seems to be common practice on their part. And so I feel that an explanation for my absence is in order, but I really don't have one. It's kind of like when you're in middle school and you break up with your girlfriend or boyfriend for no apparent reason other than you just feel like it. I was usually on the losing end of that debacle, so I guess I should have had more compassion for my loyal followers who I abruptly left stranded on the side of the trial without an extra tube or inflation device. So as I work through this post perhaps there will be an explanation hidden somewhere, but I doubt it.
Ridiculous excuse for a riding partner
      Here is my last riding partner who invited me on a ride and waited until I showed up to tell me that he can't ride up any hills because of his injured knee. If you're wondering how his injury occurred, I am not really sure, but perhaps there's an explanation on his blog, which I am boycotting until I write a post (I will be reading his blog immediately after I finish this post).
      Quick backtrack — do you remember a while back when someone outbid my sister for a used Bianchi simply to keep more women off of bikes? Well, this is him in the photo above on that particular bike, showing up for the without any hills.
     So as I was going to say in the above paragraph — due to his hatred of women on bikes, he probably put his knee into a woman who was just riding along and of course injured himself in the process.
     And scenarios like this suck the cycle-blogging life out of me, and as a result, we are left without content on the blog. And instead of blogging when I get home from a ride or a flower picking session I end up doing this.
View from my lap (Photo: PedalandPetal)
     If you look closely there is season two of 90210 illuminating our television, while I lay in bed with a six-pound Maltese on my lap. How could it get any better, but wait it does because I don't wear clothes when I do this.

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