Sunday, December 13, 2020
Bambi ran the vacuum, and the dishwasher.
Geoff called Holly.
There was just enough hazelnut creamer for my cup of tea.
The dried oranges still smell pretty.
We all watched Gorillaz Live show.
It might not be cloudy, and I'll finally be able to watch for the Geminids.
I might sleep outside, under those stars, and meteors, and watch Saturn and Jupiter.
We have firewood, and it is good smelling.
Oh! I've ridden 1,997 miles! Oh, my God, you guys! I'm so close. Close to... well, to 2,000 miles. All week I've been thinking that soon I will hit 2,000 miles, and that maybe I should do something to mark the occasion, but I didn't realize how close I am! Geoff asked, "Why are you shaking?" as I giddly explained what's about to happen, today! Why am I shaking? Probably because I am goofy, because I couldn't have imagined reaching this milestone, because 18 months ago when he said he was getting us bicycles, my mind clamped shut, and I said, "No. Not me. I can't." And I meant it. This joy was unexpected. I thought it would be another week before I totalled up 2,000 miles, and even then it felt distant and abstract. I will probably cry now. I tear up on most rides, either from happiness, or fear, lately because I miss my family, and I get nostalgic, homesick for those people and places that are far away. I get so muddled, but today I am going to ride my bicycle, and appreciate the huge significance of something small, that was once seemingly improbable.
I have stuff on hand to bake a vegan cake.
wifi is working.
The chickens didn't dig out all of my beautiful beet sprouts.
I have more beet seeds.
We haven't been bored. We haven't run out of ideas. And there are more pinecones to stack.