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Grab a snack because this is gonna be a long one.

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I dreamt I lost Jordi in Costco. I texted him, telling him I was in front. As soon as I sent that message, my message was auto-corrected to “I’m going home.”

Then my panicked fingers couldn’t find the letters I needed to communicate where I was or what was happening. My keyboard didn’t make sense anymore. Only emojis were available, and I could not back out of that keyboard, all while I kept getting texts from Jordi demanding to know why I’d gone home.

I remember this much because I immediately explained my dream to Jordi when I woke up. Later that night, we shared a joint with my roomie outside and discussed the brain’s inability to incorporate actual text into dreams. I have recurring dreams about struggling to communicate in writing. Often, the text in my dreams resembles that of the fake text in Animal Crossing:

It’s merely a suggestion of text and it frustrates the hell out of me. However, the roomie is convinced he can form text in his dreams.

How about you?

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Night of 1000 French Knots.

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Millennials or older, do you remember how jogging was a hobby in the 1990s? Now nobody jogs anymore: they RUN.

Soon to come in 2030: sprinters, gallopers, and going to hell for leather…ers.

This is not a revelation of my newest hobby. I’m still hyped about the slow art of embroidery. Last night, I learned how to do French Knots and thought, “Oh, I will do this entire section in French Knots!”  So far, I’ve French knotted a surface measuring 1.5″x1.5″, and it’s taken me at least five hours.

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#11’s new home in Vancouver.

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My latest minor craft project was a jagged metal Krusty O magnet. I stuck toothpick ends in a donut of Sculpey and painted it silver. It’s not exactly a cutting-edge idea–just a jagged-edge one.

I’m currently working on another Simpson-themed project. It’s a new medium for me, and I’m excited about it! It was meant to be a Christmas gift for Jordi, but it’ll be a ‘membrance Day gift at this rate.

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Farewell, tooth #11.

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I learned some sad news the day I wrote my previous post. A woman had been killed by a driver while she was participating in the Tripleshot CrossFondo. The news article a co-worker showed me on his monitor mentioned it was a woman in her 40s. I ran down to the bike shop to ask a colleague I knew had volunteered at the event if he knew who it was. Several of the ladies I ride with are in their 40s. Hell, I am a female rider in her 40s! (Only Danica texted me in a panic to see if I was still alive.)

I recognized the name. It wasn’t any of the ladies in the WhatsApp group I belong to, but it was someone I’d followed on Strava for a while. I was sure our paths would eventually cross. But now she is gone, and the cycling community is devastated. Several of the ladies I ride with knew this woman personally. I didn’t feel better about it not being anybody I knew: this was downright awful news.

I was still processing the news when I wrote the October 21st post. Later that night, I lay in the dark next to Jordi in my bed, and tears escaped the corner of my eyes. I’d taken a break from cycling to give myself time to heal from the trauma of my accident, and now it had been reawakened. I got lucky and walked away from getting hit by a car, fucking up my mouth in the process. And this poor woman didn’t make it.

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