Buoyed by yesterday’s success at walking home (after all, I made it), I set out with similar ambitions, detouring via the city bike path and Monroe Street.
It’s not a pretty stretch. Yesterday’s lake becomes today’s railyard. Where they dump coal for the power plant. No cardinals. Rather, this:
And the wind. A lake side gust at least makes you feel your lungs are getting a thorough cleaning. Here, it just felt cold.
Still, I made it to Trader Joe’s so that I could buy five boxes of triple ginger snaps – a cookie that keeps me going when everything else in the evening pushes me to sleep. After, I called Ed, on the off chance that he would offer a meet up at a café, followed by a lift home. (The wind plus five tins of cookies seemed a bit much.) He cheerfully obliged.
But to Ed, such balmy weather means it’s time to dust off the Honda. The one with only two wheels and a lot of open space. (For the uninformed: if you’re cold walking, you’ll be extra cold on a motorbike. It’s the wind factor.)
But, it’s a short ride and the backseat offers some protection. Indeed, the view is rather limited. Here's mine:
I made it home. My cookies survived. In fact, so did the daffodils. $1.49 a bunch. I bought three.
