I just cleaned up my half of the garage. It was hard work. Three bags of garbage are now ready for the curb. There’s still more cleaning to be done but it must wait until Lisa comes over and works on her half. As soon as I finished I got on my bicycle and rode around my neighborhood in celebration. I love my bike. I feel like Dorothy from the Wizard of Ox riding it. Except instead of a gingham dress and pigtails I wore a strawberry printed t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that have a fake tramp stamp design right above the ass. And pigtails. I wonder if that’s the reason why some man shouted “Dobryj Dyen!” as I rode by.
“Pardon?”
“You not Russian?”
“No”
“Sorry, you look it!”
“No problem… Thanks!” And I did take it as a compliment because the Russian ladies in my development are damn sexy. Although I will say sexiness is not the vibe I was channeling. Dusty and sweaty, yes. Sexy, no.