Biking---not
May. 24th, 2010 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrWorst Monday morning start.
Neither Fiona nor Delia wanted to go to school. Both were underslept and grumpy and Fiona's fighting a cold. We were hard-asses and sent them anyway, and shall we say it was not all love and kisses when they finally made it out the door.
I tried to resume bicycle commuting today. It was a spectacular failure. I hadn't gone eight blocks before the chain jumped off the derailler no less than four times. WTF? I stopped each time, unpacked the bike, pulled out my rubber gloves, wrestled the chain back on and tried going on. The fourth time, I said screw it and called Rob to come to pick me up and drive me to work.
I'm throwing in the towel. I have enough going on in my life right now (the stuff Elinor Dashwood's not talking about) and I've decided I'm going to resume driving to work. I feel as though I'm copping out, but there are some things I need to simplify in my life right now, and this is going to be one of them. I feel guilty but relieved.
In the scramble to get the bike and everything into the Jeep, I left my keys in the car, which I discovered when I got out and Rob had already taken off. (Rob has a meeting with the census late afternoon so he can't pick me up, which means I'll have to bus home.) The girls will be home from school when I get there so they'll be able to let me in at least. Still, it was a scare at first until I confirmed that Rob had them (did I leave them on the street or something?) When I finally reached him, he noted that I had also left the garage unlocked. Argh, just a terrible start to the morning all around! I'm going to go watch Daniel Powter's "Bad Day" again.
Neither Fiona nor Delia wanted to go to school. Both were underslept and grumpy and Fiona's fighting a cold. We were hard-asses and sent them anyway, and shall we say it was not all love and kisses when they finally made it out the door.
I tried to resume bicycle commuting today. It was a spectacular failure. I hadn't gone eight blocks before the chain jumped off the derailler no less than four times. WTF? I stopped each time, unpacked the bike, pulled out my rubber gloves, wrestled the chain back on and tried going on. The fourth time, I said screw it and called Rob to come to pick me up and drive me to work.
I'm throwing in the towel. I have enough going on in my life right now (the stuff Elinor Dashwood's not talking about) and I've decided I'm going to resume driving to work. I feel as though I'm copping out, but there are some things I need to simplify in my life right now, and this is going to be one of them. I feel guilty but relieved.
In the scramble to get the bike and everything into the Jeep, I left my keys in the car, which I discovered when I got out and Rob had already taken off. (Rob has a meeting with the census late afternoon so he can't pick me up, which means I'll have to bus home.) The girls will be home from school when I get there so they'll be able to let me in at least. Still, it was a scare at first until I confirmed that Rob had them (did I leave them on the street or something?) When I finally reached him, he noted that I had also left the garage unlocked. Argh, just a terrible start to the morning all around! I'm going to go watch Daniel Powter's "Bad Day" again.