Saturday, 04 June 2011
...that started turning when you were youuuuung. ♪
Today, I went for a bike ride for the first time in forever. I should say, I fixed a bike for the first time. The back tire blew, so I replaced it, and the innertube in the front wheel, for good measure. We went to a party today where I got into a grass-duel with a dude also named Tim, if you can believe that. It was fun to flirt so innocently. After we got back from the graduation party, I went out on the bike.
I decided I was going to go places I'd never been before around the neighborhood. I found out that the street that my high school's on leads back to a marina that connects with the river. I knew we were close, because his house was close to the same river, but I didn't know we were that close. It was beautiful. I'll probably go back there just to look, just to read, often. On that same road, I saw the cutest little white and orange tabby who was just chillin' there in the middle of the road. Luckily, hardly anyone was going back there.
On the same note as that river, I was sad to read today that a restaurant that was by his old house on the river has just recently burned down. I might bike all the way the hell out there to go see it tomorrow before a pirate festival (!) that I'm going to. (QUERIDA! YOU SHOULD COME. HINT HINT.)
All of the normal remembrances assaulted me as I was surrounded by the scents of grass and young gardenias and peppery herbs (basil, maybe?). I went to the park, that same park we went to so many times. I remember running laps with Ang there when we were freshmen. I remember talking about bonsai trees with him, and I have no idea why. I remember that was the first place we walked, after I showed him that I'd been wearing his necklace all along, after we got back together. There was so much to talk about, so much to be said, that we had to get away- and that's where we went. I remember making gatorade for the men's club as we built the park, not knowing what that park would mean to me later on.
I'm getting used to it. I think I'm hitting that point where I can indulge without compromising my sanity at present. I finished Emma yesterday. No one can make me break into a goofy smile better than Jane Austen. If my own romantic attachments can't have a happy ending, at least I can watch her heroines have them. Mr. Knightley might be my new favorite Austen hero, except for the fact that he was in love with the heroine since she was thirteen.
Time to go watch the best Robin Hood- the one with Errol Flynn. I'ma bike my sunburned ass around town tomorrow, hurrah.