11:34 wake up!
-feel wonderfully rested but wonder how in the world I slept that long
12:00 bike to the grocery store about 2 miles more or less
-I cut my thumb in the store, slightly gushing blood, I don’t know what to do.
-come out of store with my bloody thumb, and haggard Mexican slightly young man is hanging out next to my bike. I call my brother, so that I can have an excuse for not talking to him (I learned my lesson from last time, that no matter how much you want to talk with someone, as a young girl by yourself you should NOT talk to haggard older men.)
(my faithful bike has a basket and a bell!)
=bike home
-eat a bit of soup, and wrap care package )cut my self on accident with a knife (what in the world!)
2:00o ish: start biking to post office
-not in any way biker friendly roads, less than a foot wide bike lane (sorry cars!)
-love biking, through woods area and neighbor hoods with my basket containing a paper brown package wrapped with a hemp string, and a bell that says I love my mom.
-get lost and call mom
-bike up many many hills, get tired and walk
-POST OFFICE!!!! take victory picture
-ship package for more money than I would like, but figure it’s worth it.
-call mom for directions, that end up not working
-use my directional abilities to find my way home, with a pit stop at a shady market across from a bird boutique. Buy cold coke and bike home.
4:00pm ish make it home. ridiculous day,
Biked over 10 miles + lots of hills+blood+sweat+haggard mexican man+muddy legs+30 or so bucks= Jesus and I freakin loves the recipients of my package.
