OK. So yesterday I bought an area rug and runner at Ikea. I went there for other things but the rugs were not ugly like every other rug at Ikea and were on sale for obscenely cheap (like Bianca Amor's Discount Warehouse cheap), probably because they were actually nice and therefore unappealing to the people that buy yin-yank coffee tables and glassware with tiny bubbles by the hard working indigenous people of wherever.
In this episode: I re-do my first ride to see how I am doing, with a side trip to another park. I realise just what it is about full-on douchebag cycling gear that annoys me. I skirt around some pretty major emotional distress. Life goes on. Cats help.
In this episode: It's not what got out of Pandora's box that'll get you, it's what was left behind. That or Vancouver drivers. I also go into some detail about my 44 year old bicycle, with illustrations.
In this episode: No so much stream-of-consciousness this time. I received deeply upsetting news that I have been expecting and dreading for months and had to let a week go by before I could talk about it without going off on an angry rant.
My "Brexit boots" arrived today. I'm calling them "Brexit boots" because I bought them from The Gothic Shoe Company in England when the Pound bottomed out right after the Brexit vote and as such saved a bundle. These are my second pair from these guys and I can't recommend them highly enough. *happy dance*
In this episode: four rides in fast motion with a voice-over that really doesn't say much. I've been too busy at work to spend a whole bunch of time picking out clips from old movies for this one, but who doesn't like fast motion, right?