Just did some cleaning up and I'm feeling sleepy again. And Charlie and Max are curled up by my sides.
I pedalled the Raleigh three-speed into Union Square and Soho today. In the former neighborhood is my gastrointestinologist's office; in the latter, Bruce works and he and I had lunch. From the doctor, I had to pick up a copy of a prescription and instructions I lost. With Bruce, I found that the take-out places had even longer wait times than some exclusive restaurants, and that almost every outdoor space in which one could conceivably sit and eat was occupied. So we went into a rather cozy and cute Japanese restaurant with food that is definitely mediocre. At least he seems to have gotten over the bout of the flu he had last week.
It really was a bright spring day. Lots of people were out, walking, shopping and such. And, it seemed that everywhere I turned, someone was looking at me as I pedalled my bike. Both men and women smiled approvingly and, somewhere in Midtown, construction workers' heads followed my movement down the streets. A woman who was working in an office next to the internist's said that I looked "very stylish and chic," like a woman cycling the streets of Paris or Milan. I was wearing a long navy cardigan over a periwinkle-lavender scoop-neck top, a silky scarf in a print of blues and purples that draped down from either side of my neck to just above my navel, where I tied the two ends together. And I wore a navy skirt with a leaf collage print in various shades of blue, from almost green to almost purple, that fell to just above my ankles when I stood up. Actually, I was feeling rather stylish, even if I have a bunch of weight to lose. At least I'm starting to feel better on the bike.
I'd thought about doing the Five Boro Bike Tour as a "celebration" or "coming out" ride: It would be my first long group (with a very big group) ride since my surgery. But I've pretty much decided against it: That ride is only two weeks away and, while I could probably do it (as it's a slow-paced ride with a lot of stops), I'm not so sure I'm ready to ride in a crowd. Also, I don't want to take any chances with my newborn organs. They're probably ready for such a ride, but I don't want to take any risk, however slight, of injuring or damaging them.
There are other rides to come, and I'll be ready for them.
23 April 2010
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