"I need an adventure..." - the last text I sent.
I was out today and happened to be riding Bella the bike when I got a text from Wolfgang. He told me about a trip he and a couple of friends are planning for a couple of months from now. Sounds like fun. For those guys.
And it reminded me how much I would just LURV to get away.
Remember how the family took a trip to sunny California while I stayed here to freeze and keep the geriatric dog company? I'm not complaining, it was my choice, I'm glad they went and saw and did the things they did. They said they missed having me along. They brought me back a t-shirt...
But it doesn't delete the fact that I feel overripe for a getaway. When was my last one? I don't even know!
In the meantime, I took advantage of a relatively nice day today. I haven't gotten in much bike riding lately. Mostly because of the weather. We haven't had a whole lot of snow, but it's just been a really windy blustery few months, and windy blustery takes the fun out of bicycling.
Today looked good, though. Relative calm. A bit on the chilly side, but that's what outerwear is for. Plus, I had no tuting assignments today and felt deserving. So after doing a bit of morning housewifery, I got Bella and me all ready for a joyride "just because". No deadlines or need-to-be's. Just ride around for the fun of it, like when we were kids.
And it was wonderful and invigorating and fresh and crisp and just what I needed... For about 90% of it.
At one point, I remember looking to the north sky and thinking, "Those are some really dark clouds, glad I'm not under them".
Well, they must've heard me and came over to make fun of me.
Suddenly, the bright crisp day turned dark and sloppy. Huge, wet snowflakes began hitting me. At the beginning, it was actually still quite fun.
I snapped this selfie just before I crossed over into probable legal blindness.
The big sloppy snowflakes smacked into and clung onto my geeky bicycling glasses. As soon as I'd swipe them somewhat clean, they'd get re-smacked upon.
At one point, as I took them off to give them a (totally ineffective) better cleaning, I realized I could see fifty times better without the glasses. Anyone who knows how bad my eyesight is will know that's not a good sign.
But I wore the glasses anyway to keep the big sloppy snowflakes from smacking into my eyeballs.
Eventually, it tapered off some. The big sloppy snowflakes turned into just little wet ones. The storm moved on through, and the sun reappeared about 5 minutes after I got home.
I still need a getaway adventure. I'm not counting that one.