Click images for desktop size: "Anime" by Kenshin Today I'm taking my bike out for the first time this year.
Will I survive? Will this city survive an electric onslaught fueled by testosterone and hi amp batteries?
Who knows?
Stay tuned!

As I lie awake last night. Listening to the dogs and the sounds of trains and songs softly playing, songs I liked but couldn't identify, feeling warm and held secure I kept thinking of something. The real tragedy of getting old isn't that death is creeping closer. Its that there are so many things you love.
A long uncategorized list of lovely loved things: Songs, books, movies, dogs and people. Most of all people.
You can always re-read a book. You can go to the library, read it there. No cost and no personal info exchanged, just the great rush of words. Libraries are cool, once you get past the smell. I like the library crowd. Students, homeless, poor people, old people and young. Its a place where you can only read or watch.
Sounds dull unless you've got a good book.
You can always find a movie you remember. Video stores, VHS tapes for sale at yard sales, movies are almost everywhere and you'll have enough time to find the one you remember.
Its dogs and people you love many of whom you'll never get to see again.
Its tragic to the point of being unfair. Cruelly unfair.
How many unknown smiles cross my face suddenly flashing on a line a near forgotten friend once said. A memory of a pretty nameless girl flirting with you. The feel of a hand in my hand. The people you once loved and ended up hating. The people who loved you but were afraid to tell you so. A dog looking at you pleadingly for a home. A dog barking at you to come back and forget work today, play is more important. You know the drill.
I hate them being gone is all.
Click images for desktop size: "Blue Combustion" by SuperEvil Design I hate that they'll never be again except in my memory. And how reliable is that.

I finished my course of penicillin. As usual it knocked out most of the pain.
I understand how I'm more susceptible to whacko infections but I don't understand why they enter into my bones and cause that tooth achey pain, like the gristle and cartilage are trying to pull themselves away from the joints. I've heard people say that a tooth ache makes them want to pull out all their teeth. That's how I feel about my skeleton during times like that.
My mouth feels like I've borrowed someone else's for the week but at least my bones feel like my own again.
I get nervous claiming this but I feel better.
Did some yard work, toted stuff and after my bike ride I plan to do more. Yard work is too much fun when you do it with a pack of dogs who are convinced your every action is the most fascinating thing in the world, or that you might suddenly strike a vein of meat and they want to get in on your bacon mine.
There's a lot of yard work to do. I take the sufi method. Eat my way out of it a little at a time until I'm finished.

Last night we had a whole home made pizza. It was great. Feta cheese! Olives! It could have used mushrooms. My puppy thought it needed some beef! But that's quibbling.
Its always startling when someone you love does something unexpected that makes them more lovely . . .