"Don't wanna pickle.
Just wanna ride my motor-sickle
Don't wanna die
Just wanna ride
cle." ~Arlo Guthrie
You may not know that song, but just like Alice's Restaurant, it's highly entertaining. Yesterday was a good day. It was beautiful weather for early March in PA- in the 60's and partly sunny. So I got the Ninja out, and it had its maiden voyage for the spring. Not only did I get to ride my motorcycle, but I rode it to my writer's group meeting. Double happiness!
Once a month my writer's group gets together. I really look forward to the meetings. Lots of great people to talk to, new ideas raised, sometimes guest speakers. (I'm the speaker for September.) No one spoke today, but we all did some writing, or broke out into discussion groups. I wrote almost 400 words in fifteen minutes. Probably more like ten since I was giving out Mac instructions for combining documents to one of the other members. And motorcycle tips to two others for their heroes. (I think I may ask if the group would be interested in a motorcycle talk - Realistic Motorcycle Logistics.) Plus we got two new members.
Then we went to lunch. There were twelve of us who went together, and even though we went to a restaurant I'm not crazy about, I got to sit near and talk to people I probably wouldn't have regularly, and had a nice time.
After that, I took the long way home on my cycle, did some speeding (made it up to sixty on some back roads) and came home. All in all, a really good day.
Last night is my most dreaded night of the year. I hate when daylight savings time begins. I hate losing an hour's precious sleep. I love to sleep. I love to nap. I love to zonk out. And when I lose sleep I can become a real grump. I know it's completely psychological, but I just can't stand this day. Conversely, when daylight savings time ends, it's just about my favorite night of the year. I get an extra hour of sleep! I treat it like the holiday that it is. Right up there with Christmas and Easter.
So today I'm a little grumpy, but I'm counteracting that by wearing my new black high heeled knee high boots that I bought a week ago at GoodWill for the costly amount of six dollars. Pictures are forth coming. I made out like a bandit at GoodWill last week. I've been meaning to blog about it, but haven't gotten around to it.
For those of my readers with weak constitutions, I advise you not to view the following picture.
Man in leopard print banana hammock
He must need the helmet now because of all the brain injuries he's incurred over the years. It's the only logical explanation I can come up with for the outfit. Via con dios crazy banana hammock wearing deviant.
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