Mardi
Today I picked my bicycle up from where it has been tethered, in front of the hotel where we held our Clinic during the Pride Block Party. That would be four days (all of which rained) ago, for those following along on your calendars.
The overprotective professor and zeal to please that left me to pretend I had taken the T in and catch a ride home in someone else's car does not need to be explained right now (as I could write, and bitch, about it for hours). But, trying to catch a flight, trying to do a load of laundry, running out without breakfast, and guilty about deserting my bike for so ling left me very tempted to throw curses at every raised brick in the south end that tripped up my journey, and every fabulous couple with their lap dog that passed holding hands.
That all subsided when I got to my bike and saw, draped deliberately over my bicycle seat, a magenta and gold strand of beads. My heart melted, I remembered the parade and the festivities and the generous spirit of those partaking in pride, and all was forgiven.
And, my bike was named.
The overprotective professor and zeal to please that left me to pretend I had taken the T in and catch a ride home in someone else's car does not need to be explained right now (as I could write, and bitch, about it for hours). But, trying to catch a flight, trying to do a load of laundry, running out without breakfast, and guilty about deserting my bike for so ling left me very tempted to throw curses at every raised brick in the south end that tripped up my journey, and every fabulous couple with their lap dog that passed holding hands.
That all subsided when I got to my bike and saw, draped deliberately over my bicycle seat, a magenta and gold strand of beads. My heart melted, I remembered the parade and the festivities and the generous spirit of those partaking in pride, and all was forgiven.
And, my bike was named.