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...so that we'd be able to spend the whole day, Sunday, buying a bike for me. And we pretty much did. I think we arrived at Freeport around 1PM, and didn't leave until almost 6PM. My major problem was deciding between a small and extra small frame. Which doesn't sound like much, but... well, it's a bike I'm hoping to actually ride and keep for a while, I want to get the right size. I'm a little iffy with the small frame at the moment, the extra-small felt more comfortable, but theoretically the small should be the right size once I get used to it.
It's a lovely bike, a Specialized Sirrus (although mine is matte black, I don't know why - it was the only one in the whole store that was not gloss black), and we got not only the bike but also a helmet, straps for my cuffs, and a water bottle and cage, for $400, which is pretty good since they had the bike alone priced at $500. Gotta love employee discount. Still, it's a lot of money to spend. This is not easy for me - as I've mentioned before, spending large chunks of money is like physical pain. And a lot of time, frustration and exhaustion. I'd better ride the damned bike. The plan is that I'll be able to start getting used to it while we're at Salisbury Beach, riding on flat ground in a place with few cars and pedestrians.
Exhausted, we came home and cooked spicy pork chops, mashed potatoes and corn, which we enjoyed over a Dr. Who (thanks again![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daegaer - I'm endlessly indebted to you :)), only disturbed by one call from my brother, Jimbalaya/Hawk, who wanted to let me know he's going to be flying into Manchester (New Hampshire) on the 22nd - his friend who lives in York will pick him up, though, and he'll spend a little time with him.
Which reminds me, I need to send him Uncle Don Jimcito's phone number. Don Jimcito lives in Portsmouth, NH, and Mom will be there - Portsmouth and York (Maine) are not far apart. And I've got to get a key made to leave with my neighbor so that if Mom or Jimbalaya get to Portland before I get back from vaca they can use our apartment. Argh. I should not have read so long this morning. But I knew that. I also have to get a piece of mirror cut for the van and a gas can. That was the plan for this morning. And I'm not even showered, yet. Bleary eyed. Still tired from last night.
In fact, tired as I was, it was hard to get to sleep. Jimbalaya said he'd called Eightball, our youngest brother, and attempted to get him, also, to come visit, but could get no real response from him. We haven't seen him in years, and I'm afraid we never will again, the way things are going. :( I try to avoid thinking of his job as a cult, but. Grr. Ten years he's been working for them, and he can't ever get a vacation? I lay awake fretting.
Need tea. And shower.
eta: Bah. I emptied every piece of paper out of my pockets and I don't have the dimensions for the mirror I need to get for the van. I might actually have to shift my ass and go measure it.
eta one more time: Heh. Found it. And two twenty dollar bills. :)
because I can't seem to stop editing: I keep wondering if I should have put the name of the bike the other way around. The company is Specialized, the type of bike is Sirrus. I toldeor I would get a little black paint and changing that second 'r' to an 'i' - because it's a black bike, you know, and it's, like, a serious bike, so, um. Yeah. /me is a dork. He started it, though, with his perversion of the "Chef!" theme song. The lyrics actually run "serious profession," and he will always sing it as Remus Lupin's theme song: "Sirius Black obsession." ;)
And I think I'll leave going to the hardware store for tomorrow, because this place is a mess and I need to do some dishes, at the very least.
It's a lovely bike, a Specialized Sirrus (although mine is matte black, I don't know why - it was the only one in the whole store that was not gloss black), and we got not only the bike but also a helmet, straps for my cuffs, and a water bottle and cage, for $400, which is pretty good since they had the bike alone priced at $500. Gotta love employee discount. Still, it's a lot of money to spend. This is not easy for me - as I've mentioned before, spending large chunks of money is like physical pain. And a lot of time, frustration and exhaustion. I'd better ride the damned bike. The plan is that I'll be able to start getting used to it while we're at Salisbury Beach, riding on flat ground in a place with few cars and pedestrians.
Exhausted, we came home and cooked spicy pork chops, mashed potatoes and corn, which we enjoyed over a Dr. Who (thanks again
daegaer - I'm endlessly indebted to you :)), only disturbed by one call from my brother, Jimbalaya/Hawk, who wanted to let me know he's going to be flying into Manchester (New Hampshire) on the 22nd - his friend who lives in York will pick him up, though, and he'll spend a little time with him. Which reminds me, I need to send him Uncle Don Jimcito's phone number. Don Jimcito lives in Portsmouth, NH, and Mom will be there - Portsmouth and York (Maine) are not far apart. And I've got to get a key made to leave with my neighbor so that if Mom or Jimbalaya get to Portland before I get back from vaca they can use our apartment. Argh. I should not have read so long this morning. But I knew that. I also have to get a piece of mirror cut for the van and a gas can. That was the plan for this morning. And I'm not even showered, yet. Bleary eyed. Still tired from last night.
In fact, tired as I was, it was hard to get to sleep. Jimbalaya said he'd called Eightball, our youngest brother, and attempted to get him, also, to come visit, but could get no real response from him. We haven't seen him in years, and I'm afraid we never will again, the way things are going. :( I try to avoid thinking of his job as a cult, but. Grr. Ten years he's been working for them, and he can't ever get a vacation? I lay awake fretting.
Need tea. And shower.
eta: Bah. I emptied every piece of paper out of my pockets and I don't have the dimensions for the mirror I need to get for the van. I might actually have to shift my ass and go measure it.
eta one more time: Heh. Found it. And two twenty dollar bills. :)
because I can't seem to stop editing: I keep wondering if I should have put the name of the bike the other way around. The company is Specialized, the type of bike is Sirrus. I told
eor I would get a little black paint and changing that second 'r' to an 'i' - because it's a black bike, you know, and it's, like, a serious bike, so, um. Yeah. /me is a dork. He started it, though, with his perversion of the "Chef!" theme song. The lyrics actually run "serious profession," and he will always sing it as Remus Lupin's theme song: "Sirius Black obsession." ;)And I think I'll leave going to the hardware store for tomorrow, because this place is a mess and I need to do some dishes, at the very least.
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