One of the teens I work with was hit by a car last week. He was walking across a street in NE Portland. And as he crossed, he had just enough time to make eye contact with a driver speeding toward him before he jumped, smashed into the windshield and …
I’ll admit I think this “holiday” is pretty dumb, but how about some bikey love? Nothing quite like sharing a life on a bicycle… :)
Snot rockets, or farmers blows, or whatever the heck you want to call them, are an active person’s best friend. Eventually, if you bike or run or what-have-you for long enough, you will become a pro at this convenient (and eco-friendly: no tissue required!:) way to get rid of excess …
Of course: a magical combination of feeling disgruntled about work and reading a book about long-distance adventure has once more kindled the ever-flickering stasia wanderlust. (As if it’s not enough to have just gotten back from Puerto Rico…) * Hm. I’ve now tried a whole bunch of ways to explain …
