Taking It Easy


Going slow.

Riding the MUNI.


Although I did also ride my bicycle today, I had to be somewhere by 12:15p.m. and felt no desire to hop the train and the leg seemed not too bad, sore yes, but not too bad.

It appears that it also is ok in one direction and absolutely terror in another.

I can bicycle.

Thank God.

I was a bit concerned about being able to bicycle.

But as I pointed out to the woman I met with today, I am so glad for my strong bicycle thighs, I have a lot of muscle there from years and years of riding, and had I not, who knows, I might have broken my leg.

I certainly would have sustained a worse injury, I have no doubt.

I can pedal though and pedal I did up Lincoln Ave to 7th and Irving and hung out at Tart a to Tart getting more perspective on slowly down, see what happens when I go to fast, and people pleasing.

“Oh, that’s what I heard,” she said to me, “as soon as you started talking about the security guard, you got rushed, you were people pleasing, instead of slowing down and pausing and seeing what happens next.”


I literally jumped to do something faster, beyond my level of experience, to accommodate someone elses needs.

One would think that after years and years and oh hell, decades, of doing this, I would have learned.

The lesson is to slow down and look to my needs first.

Because I am not going to do anyone any good if I splat on the open road trying to get myself out there faster.

Slow down.



Take it easy.

I did that pretty well today, I think, anyway.

I only went to one grocery store.

I didn’t cook, although I got the ingredients to make a meal, I ended up keeping things real basic and easy.

I read my library book.

I drank tea sitting on the chaise lounge.

I flipped through a couple of magazines.

I realized I was feeling pretty punked out and between the leg and the adrenalin that I am sure I had racing through my body last night, but did not acknowledge, I was a bit beat down.

So I took MUNI today and I got a ride home tonight.

I almost felt like not blogging, but there is no need to drift into self-pity land.

Not when I spent some time tonight with my friend down the block who has been in a cast for nearly two months, comes off on Wednesday, a little ego puncturing and muscle bruising are nothing in comparison to what he’s been dealing with.

That being said, I can’t deny I was worn out by the day that wasn’t exactly exhausting and the only thing I have to contribute to the idea of being weary is the accident last night.

I am the type of person who is rarely sick and I have to be pretty pummelled to be down for the count.

Not sure if that means that I hurt my leg worse than I thought or that my sense of what happened is making it appear less traumatic than it was.

I suppose that I don’t have to know why.

I can just honor that I am a little tuckered out.

I also did make the call to the scooter mechanic my friend who sold me the Vespa has taken her to, so I will go in Wednesday with the scooter and hopefully have it back by Friday.

I have a tiny bit of trepidation about riding it, but I think I will be fine.

I will get up and on it early on Wednesday and just double, triple check everything, ride it to work, then take it up to Lower Nob Hill, or the Tender Nob as I like to call it (the little strip of streets that belt the crazy of the Tenderloin to the affluence of Nob Hill) to have it checked out.

My friend’s salon is up there too.

I am thinking time to pop in for a cut and color.

I will call them tomorrow and see if I can get that in as well, or at least get it set up.

I am hoping the cost of the repair is not much and wondering about looking into my insurance and seeing if they will cover any of it.

I just got all the paper work last week from them and to my eye it’s a bunch of gobbledy gook. I may need to call my agent and ask what the proper way to proceed is.

Anyway, all stuff that I don’t have to think about too much tonight.

Tonight is just about done.

I am just about done.

Sipping some tea and watching a snippet of a video, then heading off to bed.

Tomorrow I am going to give my friend a hand with a few things, do a little more grocery shopping, cook some soup, and maybe walk down to the beach.

I have no concrete plans.

Resting the leg seems the thing to do.

Outside of that, reading in the sunshine in the back yard sounds like a nice thing to do.

And thinking about all the nice summer plans I have–Lighting in a Bottle over Memorial Day weekend, going to Wisconsin in July, and Burning Man in August–it’s going to be a full summer of fun.

Last summer I was so stressed trying to rebuild my life after Paris, I don’t think I enjoyed much of it, I just kept myself busy trying to make ends meet and put my life back together.

This year, I think I get to take it easy, have a fun summer, a beach summer, a swim in the lake summer, a go to Burning Man summer, go camping summer, chill out summer, like a real summer vacation kind of summer.

Now, say summer seven times fast.


Slowing down.

Winding down.

Taking it easy.

I can do that.

And I don’t need to break my leg to do it either.


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