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A Funny-Looking Bike
Mar. 28th, 2021 12:41 amFriday night, late, I saw an ad up for the correct size of "funny-looking bike" (two bike-esque tires, but a much more comprehensive seat and no pedals, specifically a wheelchair). I emailed with my interest.
Saturday morning, I figured we should proceed as though we were going to get pinged about a pickup, and discussed plans. I shared the latest from Lil Nas X. ("It's not country," I'd said Friday in the shower. "Because of what?" Belovedest wanted to know, because the country music scene has historically used every excuse to not include him. "A lot of things, but mainly the melody and the rhythm," I concluded.) Belovedest agreed that it was, indeed, not country. I shared the translation of the Greek and Latin quotes, and pointed out the thrown buttplug. We followed this up with the extended Ralph Lauren sponsored clothes festival and Janelle Monae set. (Dapper AF, as always.)
Belovedest mowed the lawn. I tiptoed outside, holding an Escape Calico who had been looking longingly at the back door and offering to rush it if I opened it. After a suitable interval of lounging, I tossed her back inside and went to cut Belovedest's hair. They are shorn and very fuzzy.
It was my turn to get fueled, so after the shower I drove us to Costco in my Toaster. Alex requested makings for the avocado and cucumber salad, so we got those.
A few minutes in, we got the chair ping. I let them know our general availability. We finished the shopping, loaded up, got fueled, and did a very fast unload at home.
The place was out towards Rainier, and the town has some of the same vibe I associate with Lake Tahoe, except with less elaborate and more SUBURBIA INTENSIFIES types of houses.
We had some further things to pick up, so after figuring out the fold on the chair, we found a Safeway. There was a police car buzzing around, and Belovedest noticed that they had a flag sticker that wasn't colored in all the way. And either we saw the ass end of the same vehicle three times, or more than one official cop car has that sticker.
My Check Engine light came on, much to my dismay. Same goddamn error.
My back is annoyed because I spent a few minutes on Friday leaning over the barrel of pineapple rings, and my goddamn tits make my back cry. Yay.
Tomorrow is time enough for poking my new wheels. I see this as a tool for expeditions where I would otherwise be expected to stand, but bringing the power chair would not work either.
Saturday morning, I figured we should proceed as though we were going to get pinged about a pickup, and discussed plans. I shared the latest from Lil Nas X. ("It's not country," I'd said Friday in the shower. "Because of what?" Belovedest wanted to know, because the country music scene has historically used every excuse to not include him. "A lot of things, but mainly the melody and the rhythm," I concluded.) Belovedest agreed that it was, indeed, not country. I shared the translation of the Greek and Latin quotes, and pointed out the thrown buttplug. We followed this up with the extended Ralph Lauren sponsored clothes festival and Janelle Monae set. (Dapper AF, as always.)
Belovedest mowed the lawn. I tiptoed outside, holding an Escape Calico who had been looking longingly at the back door and offering to rush it if I opened it. After a suitable interval of lounging, I tossed her back inside and went to cut Belovedest's hair. They are shorn and very fuzzy.
It was my turn to get fueled, so after the shower I drove us to Costco in my Toaster. Alex requested makings for the avocado and cucumber salad, so we got those.
A few minutes in, we got the chair ping. I let them know our general availability. We finished the shopping, loaded up, got fueled, and did a very fast unload at home.
The place was out towards Rainier, and the town has some of the same vibe I associate with Lake Tahoe, except with less elaborate and more SUBURBIA INTENSIFIES types of houses.
We had some further things to pick up, so after figuring out the fold on the chair, we found a Safeway. There was a police car buzzing around, and Belovedest noticed that they had a flag sticker that wasn't colored in all the way. And either we saw the ass end of the same vehicle three times, or more than one official cop car has that sticker.
My Check Engine light came on, much to my dismay. Same goddamn error.
My back is annoyed because I spent a few minutes on Friday leaning over the barrel of pineapple rings, and my goddamn tits make my back cry. Yay.
Tomorrow is time enough for poking my new wheels. I see this as a tool for expeditions where I would otherwise be expected to stand, but bringing the power chair would not work either.
