|New shoes! New shoes!|
After leaving REI, a cyclist and his ladyfriend approached from behind... "Hello, Colleen!" I turned around and returned the hearty greeting and was mortified: I had no idea who this was! He knows me BY NAME, had I met him on a group ride? He had a beard now... had I met him before he grew the beard? I pondered this for several miles. I am notoriously bad at remembering faces and names, I hate having this disability.
Then I headed down to the Waterfront, I hadn't been out that way since December.
The Hays eagles have lost both of their eggs, so there will be no brood of eaglets for birdwatchers to oggle this year. A makeshift memorial was placed at the viewing area with offerings of both live and plastic roses as well as a branch.
I'm not sure if I found it touching or odd. Both, I suppose.
I don't think the eagles will care, they only care about killing, eating, protecting their territory and reproducing. A fitting symbol for America, yes?
I stopped at Big Dog for a dose of caffeine. While I was standing in line, I noticed EVERY seat was taken, even in the back patio. Wow, I'd have to get my coffee to go. Then I realized I hadn't locked my bike! Idiot! Fizz was still there, thankfully. I got back in line after locking her. I sat outside with my coffee in the sunshine. Twas glorious.