Hills and Hair

I tried biking with Junior again, taking another route. The problem with living in a valley, though, is that it is ALL uphill if you want to get anywhere.

As I pushed us up a steep incline, a bunch of Germans zipped past me on their bikes, with a few of them actually smoking, and I initially spiraled into a cloud of confused self-pity. How am I STILL so out of shape?!

But then another pair pedaled past, and I got a good look … zee Germans have electric bikes!!! Meanwhile, I’m literally working my ass off and vomiting over the handlebars of my $40 Walmart bike with the shitty gear shifts and non-existent brakes … this is an outrage!!!

My spirits (and heart rate) returned to normal once we reached level ground, and the rest of the ride was awesome. As we coasted downhill, returning home, Junior actually shouted with joy and yelled out “Mama” a few times.

That was the best. I think I‘m going to stick with biking because of those moments with Junior, but first … does Amazon deliver e-bikes? Asking for a friend…

******

Her teacher, her friends, her sister, her brothers, and her father, and her soccer coach and teammates, ALL looked at her multiple times today … and nobody noticed.

But I walked in from work, and within a split second recognized that my beloved daughter hacked several inches off her hair.

Where?!

“At school. During recess. Used a window as a mirror.”

WHY?!

“It was hot. I felt like it.”

How?!

“With scissors. By myself. Looks good, right?”

I can’t even be mad. She did a decent job. And it’s HER hair. But I did mention she is STILL a kid, and STILL needs to run these things by me in the future, whether it is hair, tattoos, piercings … I mean, I appreciate her ”ask for forgiveness later” attitude, but best to do those things properly, right?

Oh my goodness, this precocious young lady. I love her.