Jen pulled off a Canada Masters Nationals hat trick! She won the Time Trial, Road Race, and Criterium!
*fan girl screaming*
We haven’t ridden together since my accident. The last person I rode with was someone I rode with once, in France, in 2018: Chris. (And Yann.)
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.
Continue reading “Scary rides.”I caught the last 20 laps of the Gastown Grand Prix live on Vimeo from the comfort of my couch, incorporating ice cream into my race viewing. The race made me excited and inspired to get back in the saddle, yet I remain conflicted. The trepidation is still fresh. Also, I still need to replace my front wheel. I can’t justify the expense before I find out whether ICBC (a provincial crown corporation) covers any of it. I used to go into the bike room to look at my bikes. Now, the first thing I look at is the destroyed wheel.
(As opposed to “The Incident.”)
As the headline is basically the whole article, here’s the inside scoop….
Continue reading “The REAL Incident.”The colleague who gave me a set of pliers last week brought me another gift:
His landlady was about to throw the mug out as she found it detrimental to her mental health. I see the logic in that: I don’t hate my workplace, and I don’t need my morning tea to screw with me subliminally. Even if the mug holds twice the volume of tea as my default mug.
Continue reading “Holy fuck o’clock.”
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