Oops

I swear I was a goldfish in my previous life, and my ancestral memory is still seeping into my present day ethos. No matter how many times I tell myself, "Now Cait, see that [insert any item]? Now don't forget it! You set it in plain view to specifically not forget it. Make mental note!" (yes I talk to myself in diatribe format). ANYWAY no matter how many times I tirade, I still go all space cadet on myself and forget!

Inevitably, my forgetfulness kicks me in the tookus. Just earlier this week, I propped up my bike for a little maintanace and set my lock on the living room table. I went through the whole ordeal of noting its location and importance. I proceeded to clean out my chain and bundle up (I swear this place doesn't get warmer than brutally cold). I walked out the door and made my way to Oakland's fantastic Carnegie Library. I don't want to sound like a wimp, because the place is only a few miles from my house, but my toes turned into ice blocks on the way. Upon arrival, I was overly relieved to see the mountainous majestic that is the Carnegie, knowing well that it housed nice warm nooks and crannies for me curl up in and get work done. I even looked forward buying a strong coffee to expedite my thawing. I walked over to the bike racks (only two there...so sad!) and then it hit me...I forgot my damn lock! Effin goldfish!

Naturally, in my mind, my ride back was much colder and windier than my ride there. Perhaps even more tragically, I had no coffee at home meaning hot tea to drink instead. Great. Earl effin Gray. (Again a dramatization, I really do like earl gray).

Happy February everyone! One month closer to spring weather!

-The Velodict