TheLindsayist

Mid-week Index

• A tiny little kid high-fived me as I finished my last lap around Jamaica Pond tonight.
• I really, really, really wish this Julia Child movie didn’t include a blogging theme.
• On my ride home down the Southwest Corridor, I saw a couple who had tossed their bikes aside onto the grass and were rolling around smooching.
  Kind of reminded me it is, in fact, summer.
• Speaking of my ride home, a dude cut me off whose truck was wearing one of those “LOOK OUT FOR MOTORCYCLES AND SHARE THE ROAD OR WHATEVER” stickers. I was about to get huffy but when I caught up to him at the intersection, I found him singing along to “Mister Jones” at the bleeding top of his lungs, and what kind of a person could stay mad at that?
• Eating Meat for the Environment
• Ate my first fresh tomato of the season, simply wedged up with salt and pepper. Slicing it felt like I was cutting through clay; very firm. I can’t wait for the messy late-summer ones.

Buon giorno, principesa!

Rise and slide.

Running late for my morning meeting, I didn’t bother to notice that I was about to brake in a location where someone had just soaped the sidewalk. I’m not going to linger on the reasons why someone might have soaped the sidewalk, since whatever it was ended up slicked down the length of my leg, but in any case, soapy cement is no place to leverage oneself while braking.

My low-speed spectacle wouldn’t have been complete unless a colleague, arriving for the same meeting, was there to watch, and certainly, we had that. As I sat on the ground tangled up in filthy sidewalk soap and bicycle, a person in a motorized wheelchair hollered, “Are you ok?”

All I could muster was a thumbs-up.

Post script: Witness claims he saw no soap, but let the record show that this witness is an extreme nerd who should, I recommend, visit his optometrist.