Thursday, July 22, 2010

A horrible day which ended well

Much of yesterday was not my favorite day. I have recently been determined to buy a new bicycle, but I seem to be foiled at every turn. For most of my life, a bicycle had been my primary means of transportation, and after my last one gave up the ghost a few years ago, I delayed replacing it. I had gotten used to walking, driving, or taking the bus. Seattle is not a great town for cycling, as it seems to be one huge hill after another. Nonetheless, I love cycling, and have been missing it. I read about the Dutch Oma bicycle, and I desperately wanted one. I guess that has been my stumbling block. Being an Oma myself, I felt that I needed this bicycle and no other would do. However, it was prohibitively expensive, so I kept not getting one. Then, looking at the website of the Dutch Bicycle shop in Ballard, I realized that there was a similar version which was way less costly. I decided to get that one. I daresay that you, my faithful readers, know how I hate to drive. But I geared myself up and ventured off to the wilds of outer Seattle. Ballard is a long way away. I had looked at the map, and getting there seemed pretty straightforward. However, nothing having to do with “getting there” is ever straightforward for me. I made it to “very close,” but then got lost. I called them up for directions, and the man said they were closed for construction. Arrrrrrgh. He would make me a special appointment on Saturday. Well, I wanted a bicycle today, and making that arduous journey twice was too much, so I said “No Thanks!” Then on the way home, I thought about it. So I called him back and said I would come on Saturday. Did they have the model I wanted? No, they did not. It would have to be special ordered. Well, that is like buying a pig in a poke. Foiled again! I pouted some, and then decided to go to the more local cycle store and get an inferior bike. Whether to walk or drive? If I walked, I could ride my new bicycle home, but if I didn’t find one I liked, I would have to walk back, and time was tight, since I had a date with my aunt to go to an art opening. So I drove. I found a bike to buy, and moved my car closer to the store so the woman could put it in. And while backing into a parking space, I backed into another car. Fortunately, no damage, but shattering, even so. Then it wouldn’t fit in the car! !@#$%^! So I drove home, bicycle-less, only to get a phone call from Pauline saying that she was ill and could we go to the art exhibit another night. I had a tentative date with Ana if the date with Pauline didn’t materialize. It had been up in the air because Pauline had to coordinate with her children who are visiting. Soooo, I called Ana and we scheduled dinner and a movie. Then Pauline called back and said she felt better. Sigh. At this point, the day took a turn for the better. I fixed dinner for Ana, and we watched several episodes of Doc Martin. The dinner was good, the movie was relaxing, and the company was nice. So a pleasant end to a dreadful day. And now I still have the art exhibit to look forward to.

This photograph is an metaphor for the day. I haven’t quite figured out how, but there seems to be a definite relationship.

3 comments:

Laura said...

Somehow that picture is the perfect metaphor! Sorry,you didn't get your bike after all that!! The perfect bike is out there waiting...

Janet said...

Oh Joanna, do get that bicycle. I am having such a good time riding mine. I should have L plates but never mind. I go up on the pavement or walk the bike if I feel too threatened by the traffic or out of breath. Can I meet you at the Cycle Shop to look at bikes? I sent you an email with my phone number.
Janet

rebecca said...

So did you buy it and pick it up later, or are you still bicycless?