100% Not Cotton
September 1, 2010
Today is the day
This is it really and
This time it’s for real
Today is the day
To try the same thing
and expect different results
Second guessing wardrobe decisions within six blocks of home and nine more hours of work to ride out is not a worthwhile pastime. However it is completely normal on a wet 53° Tuesday still stuck in the context of summer and orbiting the promise of Labor Day weekend like a lawn chair left in the rain representing what might have been but still hoping for what could be.
Can’t you smell that smell? Sitting standing by leaving wet spots on office building lobby furniture like soaked diaper prints spiced with road grime and unable to isolate the precise location of the odor but well aware of the smell of several months of sweet saved-up sweat unleashed by heavy rains from shoes, hats, helmets and bags especially the shoulder strap padding on dank DANK bags.
Thanks, I’ll take the next elevator… …except at One Union.
In Seattle, Tuesday could have been in February or November or April or August.
Made it through August with no fenders. Not because I didn’t need them but because it was another arbitrary goal to set and achieve looking only to the calendar and not to the weather. Like refusing to turn on the furnace until Halloween, Like not wearing gloves until November. Like not installing a front fender until December.
It’s important to have goals.
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C. Forest Hoag
said...
That bag headed man is gonna leave a soaked diaper print
Posted September 1, 2010 11:04 PM
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