I spent most of today on the road, being both J.D. and Tony. My brother Tony, the salesman at Custom Box, is "on vacation" in Indiana for a couple of weeks selling horse cookies. His customers cannot wait for him to return, of course, so I'm scrambling to cover for both of our jobs.
Driving around making sales calls and delivering boxes allowed me to notice many things, such as:
- Biker-riders, young and old, riding on the sidewalk. Note: it is unsafe and against the law (in Oregon, anyhow) to ride your bike on the sidewalk. The only thing more dangerous than riding on the sidewalk is riding against traffic, yet I saw many people doing that today, too. Never ride your bike against traffic. Never let your kids do it. I know you might think it's safer, but it's not. Statistics show that riding against traffic is the single most dangerous thing a cyclist can do. Except riding against traffic on sidewalks. And, believe it or not, I saw plenty of people doing that today. To summarize: do not ride your bike on sidewalks and, especially, do not ride against traffic. Bicycles should be treated like cars: they are to be ridden in the street, with the flow of traffic. If you have a child who is unable to comply with these laws, then he (or she) ought to be riding in a restricted area and/or under heavy supervision.
- Me, talking on the cell phone. Because I'm still trying to juggle real estate transactions on two houses, and because I'm trying to do my job while covering for Tony, and because my friends are planning a bajillion social gatherings, I was on the cell phone for almost two hours today. Yes, J.D., the man who hates cell phones, was behaving like an irresponsible fool. For nearly all of those two hours, I was on the cell phone while driving. I was complaining about this while talking with Jenn, and I pointed out the statistic that I've seen repeatedly: it is more dangerous to drive while using a cell phone than it is to drive while intoxicated. She didn't believe me, but it's true. I've seen multiple studies reach this conclusion. Yet, for two hours today, I was effectively driving drunk.
- The man coming out of Safeway, limping, talking to himself. Wait! He's not talking to himself, he's talking to the cockatiel on his shoulder! This man is pushing a cart full of groceries, walking outside on a beautiful day in late spring, with a pet bird on his shoulder. And the bird is not flying away. The bird is chirping and chittering and perfectly content. His master is an old man, with a pronounced limp from the hip. I stop at the store entrance and watch as he hobbles to his pickup, then loads the groceries into the back. The cockatiel sits on his shoulder the whole time, never fluttering a wing. Now I've seen everything.
- Me, again, abandoning all pretenses of dieting. I've been eating a lot lately; Kris says it's because of the stress we're under, which I'll admit is intense. For a while I was getting a lot of exercise, too, preparing the house for sale. I'm not getting that exercise now. Now I'm just eating. I ate no breakfast yesterday. At 2 p.m., I stopped at Carl's Jr. for a Western Bacon Cheeseburger. Delicious, but evil. In the evening, we joined the MNF group for a picnic in Hubbard Park. My dinner was fine — a pork chop and scads of watermelon and pineapple — but then I helped myself to a metric ton of brownies. (Brownie crusts, actually. Yum.) Not good.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — Nature Walks Now that the endless rain has, in fact, ended, and now that the weather has changed to something altogether more agreeable, I've had the pleasure of resuming my daily walks.
2003 — The Architect Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple, and obvious truth.
— Killing Time Another stack of links for you to play with.
— Agony In which I whine.
2001 — Moreover Another list of links. I'm playing with news feeds from Moreover. The SciFi Channel is planning a Red Mars miniseries. Internet radio stations.