"Lost Somewhere Between the Earth and my Home.."

I was biking home yesterday and almost hit a fork in the road....Not a lovely wooded glen-style fork (see up above of this babbling, yeah one of those.) Nope there was an actual dingy beat up fork lying on the side of Wilson Ave yesterday afternoon. Which I thankfully spotted, thought "Wow, way to be super literate God", laughed out loud and circled into traffic and around it...This means nothing, I mean it could mean something if I, like the God I referred to up above was super literate but, I had no "MY life has hit a fork in the road!" moment. Because really, after about a month of being in wonderful partially unemployed, partially at new fabulous job style limbo. The fork in the road has been passed! HOORAH!

I left work last night, exhausted, exhausted but happy. What kind of weirdo really feels satisfied making lunch orders, airplane reservations and doing office wide surveys about coffee?? THIS kind of weirdo, I say! I hopped on my bike and tried to zip home...tried to...but all of this construction on roads around my work is really jacking up my "cool urban bike commute" (trademark pending) and it has instead become a "cool urban, stop and walk your bike around chopped up road" commute. I've reverted to riding on the sidewalk - GASP!- I am now the asshole who rides on the sidewalk! But, really, the street has been graded, which means everything that makes it a street has been gnawed away and all that is left is uneven chunks of pavement with gravel clumps strewn about and huge potholes of death and you know what, if you had seen me take the digger seen round the world, where my bike literally fell on top of me while I skidded out on gravel you would beg me to ride on the sidewalk...

Bike riding, city bike riding, is such a complicated beast - like everything else in a city it counts on the basic tenant that there is limited space and we should share and share a like. If I am not an asshole bike rider who runs lights without looking and rides on sidewalks or in the center of the road then presumably cars will pay back my good deeds by being aware of me when driving, not opening their car doors into the bike lane without looking etc... This theory has held up over the past few months. Much like avoiding a mugging, avoiding a bike accident relies on awareness of others and surroundings...

Blah-blah blog..Got home last night and wanted to pass out on the couch so badly but, instead I did laundry and watched reruns of ANTM (new season Sept. 19th!!) and cleaned up my room. Just as I was about to go to bed the boy I heart most called and was outside with the bestest, most retardedly lovely dog in the world. I went downstairs and got to say goodnight to two of my favorite people...I mean look at this picture below, look how cute the step-dog is.. How can I stay salty about bad bike experiences when looking at such a face..