I ride daily now, or just about. Fresh gravel has been spread on the steeper hills, and riding ascents are nearly impossible. I dismount and push, and consider moving to paved (and busier) roads.
Other considerations: a potentially BIG posting on WP re: the nature of memory, its interaction with the physical geography of childhood and "home." The plasticity of memory is often lamented, but it can be a beneficial characteristic as well.
As I mull over all this, an old Paul Simon chorus keeps coming to mind:
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Best to keep spinning until there's some direction for me to proceed with this.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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