Look! I got new oven mitts! I was a bit sad to toss the 15+ year old, disgusting, burned "mitts of danger" in the trash, but i really like the new colorful ones-- and they were only a buck! Clearance! ~Wild~ baby!
One night I stayed up until 2 a.m. working on a bracelet, just because I could. It didn't come out. I'll have to redo it, but experimenting takes time.
I even got out on Penny. This is my winter riding get-up-- snowboard helmet because it has built-in ear warmers, goggles because they are like a warming house for your face, and my ever present (in winter) pac boots.
Next week I'm getting those baseball-sized metal death balls removed, along with a bunch of lady parts in a procedure I'm thinking will be basically like field dressing a deer. I'm not nervous about it and I don't have any emotions about it. I'm just looking forward to feeling better and getting past the recovery period. I'm actually looking forward to concentrating on *new idea* while I'll have to take a break from welding. The only thing I'm kind of bummed about is that my stomach, which I have to say is pretty smooth and flat, will probably never look the same. I'm glad I took an underwater picture of it a couple years ago. I keep telling Dan to check it out-- don't miss how good it is now. This is pretty good coming from someone who at one time considered their "okay, forearms, I guess" their only non-disgusting physical feature. (Self-esteem has been a long, uphill climb and is still a struggle.) Oh well. It will all be fine.
So anyway---- the refuge road was pretty gravelly. Surprisingly loose for how wet and cold it was. My back wheel kept tossing stuff up onto my back and there were a bunch of little pebbles constantly raining down on my helmet. I was hammering. In one of my mortality talks with one of my friends I said I didn't want to get to the end of my life and feel like I never even pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor. I was trying to explain why I like pushing it, how it makes me love my life more. So I was going as fast as I could, and was just thinking, "huh, I think I'm almost out of drool" when---
Wham! I went into a shady spot at a curve and that crunchy snow I didn't bother to slow down for was actually solid ice and my front wheel just slid right out from underneath me. I hadn't anticipated at all, and went down pretty hard.
So yeah, "Get your ass up and get moving and feel lucky you're just bonged-up a bit and not actually hurt, Sue." It was a sore and slower ride the rest of the way, and I absolutely knew exactly where I was and would have been able to hike out a couple different ways if I'd had to, but it could have really sucked.
But on the way home, between internally whining about how much my knee, hand, and elbow hurt, I was simultaneously kind of stoked from being all adventurey. I'm alive!!! (Mom, if you're reading this, don't lecture me. I get it.) :)