Monday, August 17, 2015
I don't know what it is about this shooting stuff in town, but it never was real to me for some reason. I mean we all have stress, right? Have you ever thought about taking a gun and shooting everyone in sight? I have not. I mean, sure I've been mad before but this is sort of an abstract level that I don't get. And I like to think that the people I exist around in life are not like that. Having said that, I could totally see the neighbor's kid doing this. He has anger issues.
But it was more real when I drove past it Monday. There was a forensics van and yellow tape and yellow evidence flags and a chalk outline in the driveway. This is just strange shit to be so close. As I sit here now, it's still abstract in most ways. Maybe my brain is just too full to consider processing this? I don't know how else to explain why it just doesn't bother me in the least. I will say this. The 3 Chinese families that live on the street and appear to be deathly afraid of white people will probably never leave their houses ever again.
The steps, just the top 3 are done on the left side. The right side is awaiting patching. Sadly, the rain the other night is making the new patch start to crumble already so I'm afraid my step-father didn't mix his old quickrete very well. We know that this needs to be redone entirely but that's for probably 2 years from now. I think this year we'll look to get a wood stove in the fireplace put in. I have not talked to
@Dominique about this recently but I meant to last night. Anyway, we only have so much money to spend on stuff so the steps are back-burner for now:
I went for a bike ride and felt like hell. I drank beet juice before the ride in an effort to see how much better I would do. The idea was that the previous 2 Mondays I had done more or less the same ride. So this was control point #3 with only the addition of beet juice. They went like this:
#1: Managed 394 watts for Round Top. Felt like death but the power was there
#2: Allen Road. I sucked major hog
#3: Broadway. So bad that I quit
#4: Fuck this, going home.
My conclusion is that the $8 per bottle beet juice didn't help. I can suck out loud without it just fine.
So then I went home and got my wallet and picked up the Subaru which was in the shop to have a piece of molding put on and the heat shield clamped down as it was rattling a bunch. Drove home and that was that. As the day ended I went to pick up D and we went down to Halters to see
@jdog and to get her a bike fit. This is way overdue to happen.
@Kirt says we have a stalker in
@UtahJoe who joined us down at the shop because he had to pick up stuff. He and Bobzilla joined us and we hung out while D had her bike fit basically turned on its head. There were some major problems and Jay fixed them up quite nicely I thought. Her saddle was shit and she was way too far back on the saddle. So he moved her up and replaced her saddle to prevent her from moving herself even more back in an effort to get comfortable. He also played with the stem and various other things with her feet and when he was done she looked much more comfortable and ended up with neon orange bar tape.
That was Monday. I think sometimes we don't do nothing often enough. Every day I feel like these blog entries are far too complex for someone who works at home. I never really say, "Yeah so woke up, ate and crapped, decided to stay inside, that is all." I think today's ride may have been a bit of a hangover from not doing that enough. Or maybe it's August. You know what? August sucks.
I have deemed the 2 months that suck most for us as March and August. Really it's the same reason. March sucks because it's cold like February and never gets warm fast enough. August sucks because people start to fade from the summer, everything gets quiet, and the heat is arduous. I think I am done with this oppressive heat stuff. I am not going to say to bring on winter because winter sucks. But the oven-like heat is getting old fast.
