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Back in the day, when I was doing a 20-mile daily, round-trip commute to work on my bike, I'd sometimes pause before starting the ride home and think, "Man, what a lucky so-and-so I am."
The afternoon would be warm and clear, I'd have 10 miles of suburban roads and then city streets ahead of me, and there just wasn't a better way that I could've imagined to end my day. And then I'd hop on the narrow seat and start crankin' the Cannondale and all the tensions of the work day would be left behind me, someplace in the dust to which we all return.
It was joy tempered by the thought that I might never have had it in the first place and that someday, in a manner just as unlikely, it might well disappear in that same dust.
I have something like that, now, with my grandson; I'm feeling pretty good, considering a lifetime of mostly job-related wear-and-tear, it's getting later in the day, and I know that I need to think, a little more often, about how lucky I am to have had it this way...
LPK
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6.6.2013 (b)
The afternoon would be warm and clear, I'd have 10 miles of suburban roads and then city streets ahead of me, and there just wasn't a better way that I could've imagined to end my day. And then I'd hop on the narrow seat and start crankin' the Cannondale and all the tensions of the work day would be left behind me, someplace in the dust to which we all return.
It was joy tempered by the thought that I might never have had it in the first place and that someday, in a manner just as unlikely, it might well disappear in that same dust.
I have something like that, now, with my grandson; I'm feeling pretty good, considering a lifetime of mostly job-related wear-and-tear, it's getting later in the day, and I know that I need to think, a little more often, about how lucky I am to have had it this way...
LPK
LiveJournal
6.6.2013 (b)
