Category: cycling

Albert Lagoon: Canadian Icon.

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Last Thursday, Jordi and I had reservations for the 3pm sailing to Tsawwassen. I’d been up since 6am and did the classic Alexa and Laura Waterfront ride before 8am. I stuffed the following into my large backpack: puffy slippers, Kindle, Switch, undergarments, outer garments, toiletries, towel, and wallet. I picked up some snacks for the journey and packed them up in an insulated tote bag. I even packed my passport in case someone in the big city felt like giving me grief over my expired photo ID.

It wasn’t even lunchtime, and I was ready. I shared my triumph in a text message to Jordi and asked if I should put my shoes on. Alas, Jordi still needed to get his keys to the friends who were to look after Klaus. When 2pm rolled around, my annoyance had bubbled up. There was no way we’d get to the ferry terminal in time for our 3pm reservation.

It was up to me whether I wanted to start our four-day getaway with a fight. As soon as I climbed into the truck, the projection of my frustration was hindered by being in motion. I’m a deaf person with atrophied vocal chords, and I wasn’t about to distract Jordi with a flurry of furious flying fingers.

Once we cleared the toll booth at Swartz Bay–and it was official that we wouldn’t make it on the 3pm ferry–I was still irate. Once we were parked in the lineup, I’d already realized my annoyance was overblown and that castigating him would be unproductive. Instead, I opted for a nap, and this was the right decision as I felt rejuvenated upon waking up.

The lineup started moving a few minutes later, and I said farewell to the my bad mood and the island as Jordi drove us onto the Queen of New Westminster.

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I taste dead people.

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I work in a basement to afford to rent someone else’s basement.

I can tell when I’m missing out on sunny weather by looking at the rows of glass bricks that wrap around the workshop. It’s still an upgrade from working downtown, where people frequently used the bench outside the patio to smoke a cigarette. I’d step out to use the air compressor to redirect their smoke and annoy them with the noise.

That didn’t work as well as one would expect. I frequently had to shut the door to keep the smoke out, and while this bike shop had windows, they were covered in decals. I’ve yet to see a bike shop that is clean, cozy, and aesthetically pleasing.

Anyway, the daylight hours have extended enough for me to soak up some sunshine after work. Last Sunday, I joined Daniel for his “recovery” ride, as did Rory. I suggested doing some hills around Cadboro Bay, but the waterfront loop Alexa and I did last week seemed more straightforward for my first ride with these guys.

It was a mistake until it wasn’t.

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White tooth supremacy.

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Other possible titles were:

  • My bedroom smells Gucci
  • The time Laura picked up a 1,500-page book without realizing it
  • Spring?
  • Billy and the Clonesaurus

Meet Ol’ Chomper:

Ol’ Chomper is my newest flipper, which means I went from being three teeth down to just one. Two of my crowns were installed last Thursday. The third is three months away, as the dentist wants to re-do the middle implant. This means you guys are going to have to deal with more posts about the status of my mouth for the next bit. Ol’ Chomper is a shade whiter than the rest of my teeth, hence the post title.

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Scary rides.

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Day 35:

Blueberries are the solidest food I can eat. I braved eating a chickpea curry stew the other night. While delicious, I imagine I looked like a cat eating in slo-mo as I chowed it down.

Knuckle tattoo idea: SOUP LIFE

I’ve become so skilled in pureeing hot food that I was able to repay a friend in soup for making a cake.

Three days before his birthday, I asked the roomie about his favourite cake. The clearly troubled middle-aged lad answered, “Carrot cake.”

I’ve never made carrot cake. I’ve never officially created a list of my top ten cakes, but it wouldn’t be there. I didn’t have eggs or the time to bake a cake unnoticed. Instead, I asked a few friends for recommendations on where to get a good carrot cake, hoping none of them would answer Costco as that’s far away, and I’m not a member.

Claire had my favourite answer, “I could bake you one.”

The others in the group chat had glowing endorsements for Claire’s baking skills. Even with the bartering of homemade soup, I felt the need to personalize the cake to transform it into a gift from me rather than from Claire. I used the garden as an excuse to hang out in the backyard while awaiting the stealth cake hand-off. The roomie was hanging right outside the door of our suite as Claire walked through. Happily, it passed under the roomie’s nose undetected.

I was unsure how to decorate it, much less how to decorate it secretly. I put the box containing the cake in a paper bag, stuck the bag behind my box of Bubly sparkling water, and went to bed. I didn’t think the cake decorating was going to happen.

That night, I dreamt up the perfect cake decoration that did not require using the kitchen.

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