A Day in the Life--or--Wash your Filthy Hands!
There's this other dog-walker I keep seeing around (not the big blonde one, or the short Evangeline Lilly one) who I finally just introduced myself to a few weeks back. She has a very memorable name (which she shares with a Spanish nun) and I think she's wicked cute. It's hard to be presentable when walking dogs and bicycling, though, what with the sweating and the hair and the drool. And the dogs are messy too. Plus it can be a little awkward talking to someone when you're each holding the leash of a dog and maybe those dogs are rooting around in each other's groins, or barking at each other, or god forbid the dog begins trying to explore the other person's groin... Anyway, it can be difficult. Usually the days when I'm clean and wearing fresh clothes are not the days I see her. Today, for instance, I was in dirty t-shirt and torn pants I wear for biking (they are covered in gear-marks and grease), my face had broken out and I had eaten leftover naan for breakfast covered in garlic and feta cheese. I was far from alluring. One of these days, when I run into her and I'm wearing a nice suit and have combed my hair and am not sweaty or garlicky I'm going to actually ask her if she wants to maybe do something some time. Naw, probably not.
After I walked the dogs I stopped by a bike shop to buy a new helmet. I've been wearing one again, inspired by my most recent accident and my unplanned lack of insurance. My old one doesn't fit to good though, so I went and splurged on a new one. The old one was huge, but didn't fit my enormous skull very well so it sat on top of my head like a puffer mushroom. The new one is much better.
How I look in the old one:
How I look in the new one:
An improvement, no?
While buying the helmet I had the following conversation with the clerk:
Me: I know a lot of bikers who won't wear a helmet. 'I'll look dumb!'
Clerk: Yeah well, I went to see a guy in the hospital the other day who didn't wear a helmet.
Me: He looked pretty cool, right?
Clerk: Oh yeah. Couldn't feed himself, was relearning how to walk and had to wear diapers, but he sure looked cool.
Speaking of things that look cool, here is an incomplete collection of things I've picked up while walking dogs over the last year plus:
And profile:
And closer so you can see that wasp which is about the size of my pinkie finger. (I have a couple tiny empty bottles I keep for collecting interesting insects. Girls like that kind of thing, right? Right?
