Stellar

It’s astounding how often I find myself in awe of the things that happen in my life. There are these magical moments that transpire and I can’t help but wonder if I’m not the subject of some magnificent, epic story.  I can’t possibly be the author, though, were that the case.  Still, that has been my feeling much of the day.  I feel like yesterday was some dreamed chapter of my life and I just keep flipping the page back to the experience because it felt so unreal.  Only, it definitely was real.  That really happened.

“Meet me in outer space”

I was in costume akin to a school girl from an anime, only I was Babydoll from Sucker Punch.  He requested I help him tidy up his place, so there I was, fresh from the anime convention.  Music streamed as we went to work, organizing things in piles and designating what was trash. It was when we were a few hours in; the vibrations flowing and our comfortable, effortless chemistry pulling the reigns, that we faced each other for our lips to meet.

Stellar is the name of the song that began to play.  It was a familiar tune, and the tugging of guitar strings sent the heart fluttering.  There I was, in front of him.  We were sitting in the middle of the room, gazing into one another’s eyes.  Stacks of papers surrounded us in the cozy apartment.  My outfit bore my lithe frame. There was gentle feeling of shoulders and hips and the face and neck. There was nuzzling and we were so close. We kissed for the entirety of the song, beginning to end. It was continuous and sweet. It wasn’t the kind of kissing that would demand anything more.  It was perfection, in all of its sweaty palm and lip-biting glory.

“How do you do it? Make me feel like I do”

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The Nicest Thing

Last night, I began to ache in every joint and muscle.  I thought little of it, but it grew within the hour to where I couldn’t shake the feeling.  I couldn’t shake how miserable I was suddenly feeling, in the physical sense.  I took a shower, and it was a beautiful respite.  I inhaled the steam and the warmth soothed my body in every portion.  I felt queasy, but it made the nausea calm within me.  Just as I felt maximum, fleeting relief, I heard the chiming of my phone.  That’s him, I thought.  Oh he’s on his way home.  He, after all, is the nicest thing I know, at least in the human sense.  He was due to return to Michigan that night.

Then, it was so unfortunate that leaving the shower didn’t make me feel better.  In fact, I felt wholly worse.  I was shaking from the cold of the ambient temperature, but the shaking never stopped.  I got dressed and groveled in pain on my bed.  Oh, he said he was showering and then coming to visit me.  I haven’t seen him in weeks, this nice thing of mine.  I wish I didn’t agree so readily to see him like this.  But it’s too late, he’s on his way.  I need this, I think.  I need something, or someone to make the awful go away.  I feel so unwell. My body starts cooking.  100 degrees.  101 degrees.  I’m covering myself in blankets, barely wanting to move.  I want to be well.  I was so well, just hours ago!  I could have seen him any other time of day, and it wouldn’t be this agony.  Oh well, he’s nearly here.

I had intended to wrap his gifts, which accumulated like the snow outside in the days he was gone.  I just kept thinking of him, and kept wanting nice things for him, because he’s so nice.  I couldn’t wrap them, no.  I put them in a recycled bag and threw a sheet of wrapping paper over top.  I meant for this to be so much more thoughtful, but it’s too late now.  Maybe he didn’t bring his gifts?  Maybe I wouldn’t have to give mine.  We missed Christmas and New Year, this year.  It was a sad time, all things considered.  Then I heard the car pull up, that little blue Ford Fiesta.  It’s him.  I gotta get to the door, it’s so cold out and I don’t want him to freeze.  I didn’t tell him I was sick.  Or that chills were wracking my body.  I didn’t have to.  I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, and wobbled to the door.

There he was, the nicest thing.  He had a pot of white roses, flecked with shimmery glitter and a frozen pizza.  Oh, he really did mean for me to heat the oven to 375 degrees, I thought.  I fell into his arms, headbutting his chest affectionately.  Then I began to quiver.  I’m so happy you’re here, I’m thinking.  I’m so happy, but I’m so sick.  And he handed me the sweetest little card, handmade, with money to fund my fish habit in the form of a gift card to the pet store.  After preheating the oven, I realized I would hand him my gifts.  They’re not wrapped…but neither were his.  Thoughtfully, he inspected everything, and we spoke.  I sat on the floor, shrouded in blanket.  I smiled and explained the thought behind every gift.  I said I just kept adding to the pile because he was gone so long.  We chuckled.  Candles that smelled of hot cider like the kind we enjoyed at the Irish pub, Christmas cheer and so forth.  He’s a man who likes his candles.  Poker chips, because I know you and you like to play poker sometimes.  When you win, we get to eat out, wherever I choose and it’s a new adventure every time.  Chocolate from the gift shop in the museum, like two years ago when we drove on a snowy February to Ann Arbor.  A pin from your favorite show, which we watched an episode or two of together, because I knew you were itching to.  I had included his favorite candies, way back from Halloween, because he likes the Child’s play mix the best.  Stress-relieving lotion, also, not for him to use on me but for me to use on him as we trade turns giving massages.  I was so happy.

I had a really rough night, after he left.  We cuddled for maybe an hour, and then he decided I needed to rest.  I threw up at 5 AM.  I was struggling to fight the sickness, which must have been a bad flu attack.  It’s making the rounds, and nearly everyone I’m employed with had a similar night.  But not everyone had this wonderful encounter with a boy who cares so deeply.  He told me, before he took off, that if I needed anything at all, he would retrieve it for me.  I told him, after some thought, come back at 1 pm tomorrow when I am scheduled to be working.  I’ll call in, because I need to do that anyways.  I’m somewhat of a workaholic, I admit.  I survived the night, though.  At 1 pm, his Ford Fiesta appeared once more.  I happily jumped out of bed, my fever broken and my body beginning to heal.  My throat is still sore and I’ve been hacking and coughing.  But I’m so much better, especially since he is here.

We cuddled and ate Chinese food and cuddled some more.  My cold heart warmed.  This is the nicest thing, I’ve decided.  My animals are in the periphery at all times.  My cat, Kronos, tries to cause mischief but we both watch him with admiration.  The puffer fish in one of my display tanks begin to swim up and down the corner of the tank.  Look, I tell him.  He looks.  There is a book, too, that I’ve been reading on the history of the hobby.  He flips through that, and greedily listens to every word.  I show him fish vocalizations.  Isn’t that crazy, how that darter sounds underwater?  There’s so much to show and so much to tell.  He’s a quiet one, but he never needs to say much.  I’ve learned over the years to pay attention to his actions.  He never says what he needs to say, most of the time, but he always does what he needs to do every time.

A fish geek girl can scarcely ask for more than this understanding.  A fish geek girl can scarcely have a nicer thing.

No Car- Will Adventure

I woke up with the mentality that I would tackle any challenge.  Exams for school are done for the semester, and my only need was to make it to work today.  I knew my transportation was to be compromised, as the car I share with my sister was in her possession.  She had exams yet; I was done.  There was not a complaint on my end, because I know that the added challenge can result in some phenomenal experiences.  I know that the struggle to get from point A to point B can actually be a cheery affair with the right attitude.  So today I woke up assured it was going to go well for me.  I was first going to pick up my paycheck, because the pet shop doesn’t do direct deposit.  Then I would manage to make my way to campus another city away to fulfill duties at the library.

Before I even left the house, I came to realize there was a dilemma in my travel.  I didn’t have a bike accessible and though there was no snow on the ground, the air was quite cold.  I knew it would require great endurance to haul along a gift because I also planned to deliver a secret santa present at a food gathering arranged by library student staff that evening.  We were going to go get sushi as a last hurrah.  Many of these girls I’ve worked with for years now, and the time to graduate is nigh for them.  Not me yet, but that’s another story.  Anyways, I had this awkwardly packaged gift which was really many gifts.  So I came up with a solution to haul a wheeled cooler behind me like luggage at an airport.  I would walk the twenty minute walk and the bundle wouldn’t burden me.  I delighted in throwing many items into the box for my coworker.  It was mostly random, small things, but all held meaning.  I meant to brighten someone’s day.   There was a Subway sack featuring Guardians of the Galaxy images, stuffed with everything from body spray to a necklace and hair ties and a small plastic sea turtle.  She likes turtles, I mused.  I threw fake roaches and googly eyes and candies and toy lizards in the box as well.  Why not?  All fun things, of which I have ample supply.  I struck out for the day, then, with hope in my soul and less tedious baggage for the journey.  I rolled that cooler up the street and down many other streets. Men I passed would acknowledge this sight with a “Merry Christmas” gesture.  How kind.  How oblivious I am to the evils of others in the broad daylight, I thought.  Nobody seems inclined to hurt me.  But I understand it is wise to be wary as I travel solo and encumbered in the cold.  It was very cold.

By the time I made it to Old Town, the sweat under my coat stuck to my skin and I struggled to push my body further.  I was walking so quickly.  Oh how I wished I could walk faster.  I stopped for a mere minute to admire the river below the bridge on this chilly day and breathe a little better.  When I made it to the pet store, I retrieved my paycheck and before I could greet my friends who were on the clock, I spied a bag of snacks that seemed particularly appealing in my physically compromised state.  I snagged a bag of chocolate covered potato chips and told the lady at the front counter to put it on my house charge.  Then I sat and took a few bites and cracked open the envelope.  Because I spend so much here, I never know what I’ll bring home at the end of the week. I peeked inside and smiled to myself.  Better than I expected!  That’s always reason to celebrate.  Then I went to say hello to my fellow pet store staff who are practically my second family.  I shared with each I encountered the sinfully delightful snack.  I heard many compare it to the flavor of a french fry dipped in a frosty.  Ah, yes.  I was so happy to hang out for a bit, browse new saltwater fish, and joke with friends.  I couldn’t stay long, however.  I needed to make haste to my next destination.  I needed to brave the cold once more.

I thought up many ways I could make it to Michigan Avenue.  I really just needed to hop on the Number One bus to get a straight shot to campus.  However, I was a bit out of the way by now, and time was of the essence.  I quickly decided to roll my cooler down Cedar st. and many blocks away to reach downtown.  This decision was also a taxing one, and though I hustled as best I could, I still had to stop every now and then.  I still felt the strain of my demands.  I slumped onto the bench when I reached the site across from the Lugnuts Stadium.  Funny, I didn’t feel cold at all.  Perhaps it was getting warmer in the day.  Perhaps I worked up a good sweat.  My timing was good, and the bus arrived moments later.  I relished the warmth on-board and breathed in warm breaths.  There were a lot of people here, I could tell as I glanced.  I clutched my cooler and held on tight.

I wasn’t even late to work.  I couldn’t believe it.  I had time to indulge in a twenty-five cent water at the cafe before I rode the elevator up to my workplace.  It felt tremendously good to have gotten by on my quick scheme for the day.  I made it.

I passed around the bag of chocolate covered chips at work.  I just love giving.  I gifted my secret santa present prematurely, but the girl I was assigned would not attend our sushi dinner.  It was interesting to watch her open it, but at the same time, I felt ashamed for the amount of effort I intended to put into it to really make it stand out that just never happened.  It had to do.  I don’t have all the time in the world, after all, though I may convince myself sometimes.  I worked my four hours til close.  Then the sushi party commenced.  I was dropped off rather unexpectedly early for the event and was the first to show for our reservation.  So I took to chatting with the host.  It’s always interesting to talk to new people.  Everyone is so different, yet relies on key similarities to make connections.  A few minutes past 6 pm and a few minutes late, the party arrived.  The sushi was delicious.  The company impeccable.  I was given a gift card to Noodles and Company for a future meal, which was appreciated.  I also was driven home at the end of it all.  This entire day operated on a whim and no car.  So I like to think….

No car?  Will adventure!

If You Ever Need to Find Me, just Follow the Plush Plecostomus

plush plecoI had a real fun idea at work today, to brighten my day and bring about the best start possible at 8 AM.  I had the idea of bringing this plush Pecostomus toy I ordered online to my pet store gig, and just sticking it to some surface with its suction cup mouth. It’s simply too fun, and when I arrived for my quarantine duties, I found the perfect opportunity- the windowed door.  I wet the suction disk and stuck the plush where it was in obvious view and just let it amuse people who came and went for the duration of my shift.  This is exactly the kind of little thing I support, and I think everyone should find tidbits to keep the mood in high places.  This pleco was just the beginning for me.

The flow of business was smooth and not too strenuous at the pet store.  When I finished quarantine work (finding minimal dead fish to inspect and remove), I moved to the sales floor where I assisted customers.  The same goby I have bred at home bred at the store many months ago, and today marked the first store-bred gobies being offered for sale.  It was a small victory in seeing the expansion of the breeding projects to include the desert goby.  We also have young Apistogramma cacatuoides coming along nicely in back and these, too, I anticipate highly.  The man who works to breed these animals is Cuban and a very nice man.  He is always genuinely excited for fish, and I relate to him on a very fundamental level.  I always seek to please Antonio and deeply regret times when I haven’t.  That said, he was in a good mood this morning and it transferred to me as well.  I brought him some fine Koi angelfish stock and found them to have pleased him.  The best thing, of course, is the sensation that I’m making or influencing positive change in the store.  I am humble and I do not take credit for much, but I like to think I’m a driving force or at least a persistent reminder of the hobbyist’s wants.  Any way you view this situation, I’m absolutely stoked to be where I am and simply hope I continue to deliver on my promises.  For example, I have spoken of making daphnia and water lettuce grown indoors a real staple and I hope to see it sold to our customer base in the near future.  Call it more determination on my part.  I have grand intentions, overall, and that rarely changes (rain or shine).

I had some pleasing interactions today too, and I like it when I’m in a good mood.  There were a pair of Thorichthys ellioti that spawned in a sales tank and made a great show of their parenting.  There was just this huge pile of babies in the corner and both male and female fish were bright, colorful, and on guard.  I pointed this out to people at the nearest opportunity and that opportunity fell in my lap when I saw a regular customer with a real beginner’s knack for breeding fish.  I knew he would fall for this fish as I did in just instants even though I would have not noticed them if the fry were absent.  The man most interested in the baby desert gobies was also at the store today and that, too, was impeccable timing.

 thorichthys

After work, I was so wiped out from sleep deprivation I simply could not avoid napping.  I napped for several hours undisturbed and when I woke up, I found it prime time to do a couple water changes, feed the rodents, and set out on a mini-adventure.  I met up with a new acquaintance and sipped a pricey (but delicious) mocha as we chatted for an hour and some change.  We had to venture to East Lansing to find a coffee place open at midnight.  This led me to the territory of my good, sick friend whom I sought to cheer up some before returning home at 3 AM.  It has been a sprawling day, but I have much to look forward to as always.  This is the Heather I like, and if you need to find her, just follow the plush Plecostomus.

Pilling Cats and African Soft Fur Rats

Throughout the day, I have an assortment of tasks to perform.  Almost all are pet-oriented.  My cat was diagnosed with a heart condition at a young age and if I can get the pills down, it is beneficial for him.  That’s always an if, because he is prone to fighting me on them and when I’m frantically trying to tackle my own crazy agenda, I don’t have all the time in the world to fight back.  Today, I decided to coax him and resume the more rigid pilling schedule we once upheld.  I have always tamed my animals with love, and as I cradle him I shower his face with kisses and hold him firmer as the pill sticks to the roof of his mouth.  I know that it is unpleasant and I know the struggle with forcing your body to take the medication.  It took me most of my life to learn to take pills and even today I still slip up, so I decided to keep that in mind and held him tight.  Pilling a cat is not an easy task, but today it went rather smoothly, with no foaming at the mouth to speak of.  One pill, two pill and he was done.  I rewarded him with wet food and rewarded myself with the notion that “hey, doing these things and following through is worth every bit of allowable time.”  I think that is a primary reason why I’m always late- that deep understanding of proper time use.  It’s hard to know what in your life is worth the extra few minutes, but my cat’s health is assuredly one of those things.  I would do anything for a best friend of mine.

kronos pill

Speaking of best friend, my human friend of three years has become ill recently.  It’s just seasonal sickness, but it’s still concerning and just as equally “no good.”  I made it a point to cheer him up- “What could I get for you to help with the symptoms?” I asked.  “I have no money” he replied.  This is a ridiculous thing, to think he needed to pay me, I would help and I adopted a fierce determination to do so.  I braved a mild blizzard to gather items any sick patient would endorse- pain killers, cough drops, soup, crackers, water, tea.  It began immediately to brighten my day at the thought of the possibilities.  Working two jobs, I’m more prone to having pocket change, though not the hefty kind.  I can make a lot happen with a little, and it has always been my gift to give.

As for the second half of this post subject, I have begun a secondary breeding project in my home, and it has been on-going for the last few months.  I’m raising a herd of African soft fur rats, focusing on selective breeding for high-white coloration.  I’m having a lot of fun with it, and in 2015 I plan to attend reptile shows to balance out the cost of raising them and also to justify their production via the feeder mouse market.  This is a different species than a rat or a mouse typically encountered in the pet trade.  It tends to be a bit more vicious and bitey than it’s kin, but then with the right amount of taming down, they really aren’t so bad.  And they are painfully adorable; a worse pain than any bite!!  It hurts the heart to see those bulgy eyes, but I suppose not in a bad way.  I’m interested to see how far this takes me, for breeding them came off a whim when I was told this rat was not easily handled- I think there is a real place for them to become an accepted pet like a hamster or gerbil or house mouse.  I had a little fun after I delivered my friend’s care package and picked up some clearance ceramic barns for hides for my rat colonies.  I think it compliments them well.

asfr

Ah yes, the story of my life- Pilling cats and African soft fur rats!!

Reboot

I can see quite clearly now the closing of the year that is/was 2014.  I can almost declare it dead, though I know it still yields a month or so of entertainment.  That entertainment, however, is of the very cold sort this time of year.  It is November and Michigan has received it’s first major snowfall for the season.  Last summer and fall just blew past me, it seems, like the wind that now carries the icy debris.  I barely had a chance to breathe.  Now, things are starting anew.  The world is changing and the plants are dying.  I feel at home staying inside with my plethora of animal life.  I keep them warm and shed my layers of clothing to enter my tropical paradise.  It has all come at a price, but now that it is cold again I hardly care.  I’m here and I’ve survived and I’m determined to continue surviving and making meaning of this existence.

Lately I have been through an upheaval of circumstances.  For starters, I had the car I’ve used for the last 5 years fall apart and sold for scrap.  My transportation situation is dicey and this isn’t exactly biking weather, so my life consists of bartering for rides from friends and family and walking intrepidly to the nearest bus stop.  In another sense, I’ve upgraded my communication technology while downgrading my transportation so that is reason to be gleeful.  I have entered the world of smartphone use and hardly know where to begin with it.  I feel as though I’m relearning practically everything.  But the adventures with the fish never stop.

I’m renewing my dream for 2015 of becoming breeder of the year in my aquarium society.  I think I have a fighting chance as this year was competitive to a degree.  Before the crazy summer got the best of me.  This year, I close with 10 new spawns.  This includes:

  1. Pseudosphromenus dayi
  2. Tylomelania sp. Yellow Rabbit Snail
  3. Pseudotropheus acei “White-Tail”
  4. Neocaridinia davidi “Yellow shrimp”
  5. Limia perugiae
  6. Heterandria formosa
  7. Celestichthys choprae
  8. Celestichthys margaritatus
  9. Moenkhausia pittieri
  10. Alfaro cultratus

Next year, I plan to start strong.  Yesterday I got a spawn I’ve been anticipating out of a fish known as Chlamydogobius eremius, or commonly the Australian Desert Goby.  The eggs they laid fill the back of a little cave and I feel the joy from inside leaping up. Let the games begin once more!

desert goby

Taking the Inconvenient Road home- and Loving it

I woke up today a mini-celebrity at MSU.  Although that’s probably an overstatement.  I got an article in the state news, and that’s the gist.  But I was proud, as were my friends and family.  It was a moment.

I had my coffee and set out to experience new things.

That I did, that I did!  My mind is jumbled now trying to recollect, but mostly….the idea of savoring every moment of every day comes to mind.  That’s what I indulged in.  I savored every inconvenience and every interaction today.  Should I recreate this day?  I think it would fill many pages.  And this is most days for me, crazy enough.  How can you not have a million things to say?  AT all times?  it’s exhausting.  But I want to revisit, even so soon.  Even in the event that it’s not over.  Shall we?!

It begins with a false start.  Fridays are always a free day for me, which is glorious.  But i got on my bike and intended to get much accomplished only to get called back home while i was just perusing Old Town.  I bought some waxworms at the bait shop as they were out of the elusive butter worm that tantalized me previously.  I scanned Preuss Pets but made no purchase.  Also I nabbed a deer tail for potential costume use.  Returning home, however, was no awful thing.  It set me on the right track for the day as I had intended to get a haircut but knew in my heart I only wanted to get it done at an Aveda institute (which is nowhere near Old Town).  My sister joined me for Chinese food as a lunch.  And I made my appointment.

The next time I embarked by bike, I was to succeed in getting somewhere.  I struggled with mounting the bike on the bike rack as usual, which always entertains the bus driver who picks up at the end of my street.  I guess I’m a regular now with this whole “no car” putting me in the bus system more than I’d like.  But I make the best, we all know 🙂  After a quick transfer, I was on Grand River and downtown East Lansing.  3:00 PM.  I had thirty minutes til my appointment at Aveda.  So naturally i took the opportunity to check out the Curious book store, which always treats the eyes. I set my alarm and began browsing.  I wanted a nature guide of sorts, but instead stumbled upon a Pond and Aquarium fish encyclopedia that i recalled checking out as a kid at the community library.  It was the very same content.  Beautiful.  It was the first item to be packed.

I always like when I get my haircut and the stylist tells me i have nice hair.  Really thick, but nice.  I have been weighed down with length and….weight….so I allowed 4 inches to be hacked off very neatly.  It was no stressful procedure.  It was necessary.  And then i had the delight of biking around town with a short hairdo.

Though I intended to take the bus straight to the meridian mall to get out near Okemos, i found myself chasing it by bike.  And then….i had biked halfway there.  So I kept going.  I haven’t had a functioning bike in years, and being that I grew up in the country….paved paths for biking is just so nice now!  So i quickly perked up and just focused on the destinations.  I knew i needed to get feeders……a little odds n ends.  But mostly I just like browsing because it is the unexpected sale that is always most rewarding.  Did I mention it was payday?  Twas.

I browsed Pet Supplies Plus.  Just a quick in and out.  It never delivers for me much these days.  but of note…I saw an electric blue acara contaminant that I could have acquired cheaply.  And many, many reptiles half off.  too bad I have my fill.  Even so, I grabbed a care sheet on firebelly toads.  Why not?  It’s free.

I began to feel hunger and so stopped at Burger King.  I have bruised a lot.  A LOT.  so I wonder if iron deficiency is to blame.  Or maybe I’m crazy and reckless.  Either way.  Food.  While consuming my whopper Jr. and fries, I noticed a survey on the back of my receipt promising a free burger or sandwich.  So I made note.

As I biked further, I got honked at a few times.  people staring.  Maybe at my chest as I wasn’t keen on wearing a bra with my cami today.  Oh well.  I biked til I made it to Petsmart.  Taking many back ways to avoid traffic.

I chatted with the fish guy.  Very good deals to be had on nice fish i noticed.  Silver dollars for….a dollar.  That was just funny.  And brown knife fish for $4.  I made many, MANY notes here.   And I guess at some point panda cories became super cheap.  NOTED.
Here, I grabbed some wet food for my cat-child and new toys on clearance.  I also needed feeders.  Coupon promised free dozen crickets with superworms.  I also got a coupon for $3 off next purchase with survey which I anxiously anticipated.  done and done.

Next stop was the mall.  Right nearby, thankfully.  I meant to go to Bath and Body Works.  But loitered everywhere else anyways.  Schulers is my favorite entrance…offering used books and goodies.  I did not buy, but a baby bongo toy was awfully tempting.  I may just visit the newborn bongo at Potter Park Zoo tomorrow.  I have always loved that antelope.

Distractions aside, I did take home an assortment of soaps and sanitizers.  Which didn’t make my pack any lighter.  I’m prepared to murder my muscles, it seems.

Lastly, I had to get over to Meijer.  I figured i would pick up the bus there afterwards. It was pushing 9 PM.  But i needed things that did not turn up elsewhere.  Such as vitamin supplements and tupperware.  Ware proved difficult to pack, but I managed.  I have no qualms about removing packaging to stuff things in my backpack on these trips.  Before I left Meijer, I ran into a pair of men buying a fish tank and accessories.  I stopped to make small talk and told them to enjoy it before carrying on.  As I was leaving I glimpsed this same pair picking out houseplants.  Those boys have earned themselves a fan.  Flora and fauna is essential to a healthy home, I heartily agree!

By now, the hour was past nine and lightning flashed in the distance as a rolling thunder began and precipitation followed.  I boarded the bus.  Free rides on first fridays, evidently.  Still, I struggled to mount the bike on the rack, and the bus driver was clearly amused and laughed audibly as I rushed on board after a hasty fastening.   I know.  I’m a character.  I cradled a bag of crickets in my lap til the bus neared lansing.  It was a while.  I got off downtown and knew immediately I had to bike the rest of the way.  Buses don’t run late.  But it was not a problem!  Lansing in the dark?  challenge accepted.  I was not slightly bothered.  And it wasn’t a far ride.  Oktoberfest sounded in the background of my trip.  Drunkies….best be safe biking, eh?  10 PM and I was letting myself move with gravity as it pulled the bike faster and faster to my house at the dead end and the bottom of the hill.  I tilted my head back and just relished the night.  I’m exhausted.  I have spent all day.  But I’m alive.

So that is the summary.  I love the quirks and turns my day takes and makes and throws.  Crazy Beautiful Life, i believe Ke$ha would say.

I’m just spoiled.  By everything I see.