I never really thought about what "sustained" meant. It was just the judge's way of saying, "yeah, okay, I agree with ya". So I guess that goes with it's broader meaning - to support and maintain.
This week, I got an e-mail from the Office of Sustainability at the university. Seems they were the sponsor of the Bike Jam that kicked off a few weeks ago. They do things to help the university (and beyond) be environmentally friendly.
I just remembered Bike Jam kickoff day. I arrived on campus and there were some friendly booths set up with some freebies - water bottles, trail maps, and the like. There was food. There were signs advertising "Free Bike Parking Today!" Bicycle parking is always free, they just wanted to make a dig at the horrendous commuter parking situation.
I registered, got some freebies, parked my bike for free.
Anyways, Bike Jam apparently came to a close. The e-mail said I came in third (squeee!). Come get a prize!
So yesterday, I went to the Office of Sustainability in all my third place glory to get my prize. It was....... drum roll...... a cute Patagonia Chacabuco backpack! There was even some stuff in it.
Well, I bicycle to campus (Remember?... Bike Jam?... Third place?) . I wear a backpack. I only have one back.
"No problem", said the nice Officer of Sustainability. "We'll hold on to it for you, pick it up anytime".
Don't get me wrong. It really is a sweet prize and I appreciate the whole Bike Jam and sustainability efforts, but I found it ironic that my bicycle commuting hampered my efforts to accept my bicycle commuting prize.
Back home, I texted Wolfgang and told him the situation and asked, "You think you want it?" He just needed to walk over to the building and pick it up. I'd tell them I was sending him as my agent.
No need to twist his arm. He picked it up and texted me pics once it was back in the dorm.
My thought process in offering it first to Wolfgang went something like this:
-Chaco has two or three backpacks, one that we just got him for his birthday. Plus, he tends to shy away from "granola" brands like Patagonia. Plus, he scarfed up our ex-camera the second he heard we got a new one.
-Meego still lives here with Magnum and me. He already has access to the cornucopia of good stuff, plus we regularly provide his small zoo with mice and crickets to eat.
-Wolfgang it was.
Dilemma solved. I wonder what he'll do with the yogurt cookbook?