My apologies to anyone who actually takes the time to read this and has found that for the last week, there has been NOTHING posted on here. Moving into a home where dial-up won't even let me access my email account hardly qualifies to add entries on here. Alas, there was a delay. Whatever. Now I have DSL and all is well again.
I had my first experience today being treated as a local. Let me draw the scene: I decided to ride my road bike into town today to pick some things up. I left thinking, 'maybe i should take a rain coat' but didn't bother to turn around and get one, since the last few days have threatened, but not poured. needless to say, as soon as i left the first store i went to, it started to pour. absolutely raining cats and dogs, but i rode around anyway, getting all sorts of grease and dirt and water all over myself, especially my rear end, where the back tire manages to kick up everything. i thought it was mildly hilarious, and everyone in the square, mostly tourists, were either laughing with me or looking at me like i was some annoying specimen. regardless, i made it to the coffee shop i like to go to, and after leaving my bike under an awning took a seat next to a couple. my hair was dripping in my eyes and i am sure i left a mark on the seat cusion.
the couple next to me turned and said, 'this is crazy weather' and i sort of muttered something in agreement. they finished their coffee, stood up to go, and turned and said 'where is the downtown square?" i looked up and said 'two blocks that way, up and to the right' they said, 'oh, thanks' and turned around and left. little did they know what a grin i had on my face.