Three unrelated thoughts for today:
1) Pet Peeve
I was trying to compile a list of my pet peeves (it feels like the sort of thing I should know about myself), but it’s so hard to remember them outside of them moment when they bother me.
Anywho, I remembered one today, so it will be the first on my list. Ready?
Okay, my first recorded pet peeve: washrooms where the door is really far away from the toilet. So like, a giant room with a toilet in it. I hate those.
I didn’t say they’d be lofty peeves.
2) Sprightly old men
I was biking home today, and feeling particularly speedy, when I noticed that I had a tail. Well, not like *I* had a tail like some sort of biking monkey, but I had a cyclist who seemed to be following me. Not passing, not dropping behind, but shadowing me. So when I turned left, I looked to see who was pacing me.
I didn’t see much and I’m not sure if it was the same guy. But it was a man with a long grey beard.
This did not make me feel good. Huh, I thought, am I slower than I believed? Is my speediness just an illusion, the byproduct of passing so many middle aged women with baskets on the fronts of their bikes?
And THEN I thought, huh, perhaps this is actually not all about you (you egomaniac), maybe what you should be learning from this is that old != infirm. And that this should give me hope that I’ll be as go-get-em fit as this guy when I am old and have a long grey beard…
3) CPwr and the kittens
If it hasn’t come up here before, I tell you now. CPwr loves cats. LOVES. CATS. It is not possible for us to pass a cat on the street, because CPwr has to befriend it. Or at least try.
As I was locking up my bike today, I saw that the skittish grey kitty from downstairs was sitting on the ledge. So I said “Hi kitty”, but left him alone. Then I thought about what CPwr would have done. Even if he was super-tired, he would have put down his bag, and cooed and clicked his tongue, and bent down and made petting motions with his hand, until the kitten had been at least partially won over. Then he would try and make further progress the next time they met. And I thought about how key this personality trait was to our coupling. 4+ years ago, I was very much the skittish kitten, wanting to be close, but still running up emotional trees when I got scared. And he sat there, put his bag down, and just kept offering love until I was coaxed back down. Perfect. 🙂
Three thoughts. No more. No less. 🙂