I’m a big old wuss. This morning I woke up to find that a) I was out of coffee and b) it was raining. So my gloomy uncaffeinated self decided we would skip the Cinco de Mayo parade. And now I have guilt. We haven’t done anything fun yet today (but I hope to rectify that soon). Instead I left the guys at home, and struck off on my own in an excercise in futility. One that began yesterday. Here’s a little backstory. It’s been fourteen years since I’ve owned a bicycle of my own. Last year the little man’s grandmother gave us a tandem bike attachment, but I didn’t have a bike to attach it to. And in August of 03 and March of 04 I posted here, toying with the idea of buying a cruiser. Yesterday I finally followed through. With Zophia at my side we ventured to Nokomis Cycle, a nice neighborhood bike shop (not my neighborhood, but still). When I saw the Paul Frank/Julius Cruiser in person my heart went pitter patter. Here are her specs:
- Nirve “Galaxie” cruiser frame
- Full length black fender set w/blue pin stripes
- Special Julius blue grips
- “I Love My Bike” bell
- Black front basket
- Tractor style double spring saddle
- Welded kickstand
- Alloy rims w/stainless spokes
Taking her for a test drive sealed the deal. But I couldn’t get her home. The Honda’s back seat folds down, but I was on my way to retrieve the little man, who still needs to sit in the back. So I returned there today, hoping that it would be doable, but the shop owner knew better…and didn’t want me to scratch up my new toy before I’d even properly ridden it. Instead he graciously offered to deliver it to our house, at no extra charge. Now that’s service.
I am often amused by the little man’s point of view. Yesterday he announced he would like to have a baby sister…and that we could name her “Freakers”. I suppose that would be an appropriate nickname for any child of mine, but I’m not sure about a given name. After this random discussion of babies we started looking through the lad’s baby photos. He correctly noted that he had been much smaller and is now getting bigger. And he’s finally coming to terms with the fact that the husband and I were once children ourselves. He mentioned that the husband had since grown up, then looked at me and said “but you, you’re not done growing yet”. I asked “what, you mean I’m too small?” (he’s just noticed how short I am compared to other adults) and he thought about it for a moment before replying, “no, mom, you’re medium”.
Bonus: Before it’s too late, quick, get out to your local participating comic book store for Free Comic Book Day. Some fine folks on flickr have been getting in on the action.
