I Want to Ride My Bicycle, I Want to Ride it Where I Like
Approximately one year ago this day, my gold GT Palomar bike got stolen right from my very own house in Stratford. It was a sad day. I just expected that some little shithead had taken it one night and I vowed if I had ever seen a gold GT riding around town I was going to chase after them, close-line them, and take off with the bike, giving them the finger as I ride off into the sunset. Only because I was almost sure that it was the only one of its kind on the island.
SO, I am informed yesterday, by my brother Ian, that my golden beauty is resting safely at his friends house. Ian has no idea how it got there, and they have no idea why it is there. But it is there! And it has TOTALLY made my summer.
As well, this past week, I got to check off one of the things on my "Things To Do While Alive" list. You know those sign that the letters have to be changed every so often? I think they are called marquee signs? Slangy segue, I've always wanted to put on a letter with one of those long-arm-suction-pad thingies. We walked past the Arts Guild Sunday am, and saw the guy changing the letters. We walked about half a block further and then I ran back asking if I could put on a letter. Done and done. I wanted to ask if I could finish the phrase, or even the word, but the guy seemed pretty weirded out by me so I decided to let him carry on.
News from the garden patch:
-Something dug up my spinach. I have 2 heads of spinach left. I caught a dove at the scene of the crime. Symbols of peace my ass. More like symbols of garden destruction.
-A mammal of some sort then pooped in my garden on the torn up spinach row. Honestly, who throws a shoe?
-It seems I have planted my radishes a little too close together. Most of them are VERY tiny and not worth eating. but there are some hopefuls. And I ate them already.
-The pea pods have risen from their little flowers and I can feel the peas within beginning to juice up. They are pretty much the only hopefuls left in my garden. Grow on little peas.
I'm gonna need a scarecrow fro next year.
SO, I am informed yesterday, by my brother Ian, that my golden beauty is resting safely at his friends house. Ian has no idea how it got there, and they have no idea why it is there. But it is there! And it has TOTALLY made my summer.
As well, this past week, I got to check off one of the things on my "Things To Do While Alive" list. You know those sign that the letters have to be changed every so often? I think they are called marquee signs? Slangy segue, I've always wanted to put on a letter with one of those long-arm-suction-pad thingies. We walked past the Arts Guild Sunday am, and saw the guy changing the letters. We walked about half a block further and then I ran back asking if I could put on a letter. Done and done. I wanted to ask if I could finish the phrase, or even the word, but the guy seemed pretty weirded out by me so I decided to let him carry on.
News from the garden patch:
-Something dug up my spinach. I have 2 heads of spinach left. I caught a dove at the scene of the crime. Symbols of peace my ass. More like symbols of garden destruction.
-A mammal of some sort then pooped in my garden on the torn up spinach row. Honestly, who throws a shoe?
-It seems I have planted my radishes a little too close together. Most of them are VERY tiny and not worth eating. but there are some hopefuls. And I ate them already.
-The pea pods have risen from their little flowers and I can feel the peas within beginning to juice up. They are pretty much the only hopefuls left in my garden. Grow on little peas.
I'm gonna need a scarecrow fro next year.
posted by Ash D at 3:32 p.m.
5 Comments:
may i apply for the position of scarecrow? i can be very intimidating!
Our neighbours used to hang a dead crow by one foot over their garden to scare the other ones away. It was terrifying walking though their yard when we were little! But to be honest I think it worked… who wants to steal food next to a dead body?
A scarecrow can definitely be arranged....
"Symbols of peace my ass." Oh my gosh, my eyes are watering from laughing so hard! I am SO glad I'm at work all by myself right now, they'd think I was losing it! You made my day!
There's a special place in deepest hell for bike thieves. Perhaps they just move up a few levels, to some shallower circle of hell when they return the stolen bike.
Congrats.
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