Today was the "big bike ride" for the Heart and Stroke Foundation
. It's an idle Thursday mid-morn, and I am distracted from grocery shopping
through my mother's cupboards by "Who let the dogs out
" playing loudly outside, without any sign that the offending car was actually driving anywhere. So I look. And to what should my wondering eyes appear, but a bicycle built for twelve
. Riding this bicycle, very very slowly, were twelve white-haired locals
waving to passers-by
and blaring annoying pop music.
made my day
since my day so far has been dreaming of escape and wondering how I could raise $7500 to take an "adventure tourism" continuing education
course at Kwantlen
while paying off my student loan accumulated over useless courses, and feeding
myself for a year.
because adventure tourism is sounding a lot better than education
I also don't have a job yet. But how will I have fun and enjoy the sunshine and summer months if I slave for minimum wage at Tim Horton's? I was going to work at camp. The interview couldn't have gone any better. They don't love me. /whine/
meanwhile, my roommate and my best friend made plans and didn't even pause to consider inviting me. i was home. i had nothing better to do. they knew this.