My Saturday plan was to mountain bike at MMCC. So, I was up early-ish to eat, coffee up, dump out, and get my shit together for the ride. Only I didn’t get all my shit together.
Upon arriving at Mid, I noticed that my rear tire was a bit too soft for my liking. It was at this point that I realized that I forgot my pump. “SHIT! I’ll just have to ride softly and hope for the best.”
Onward I went for about a half of a mile before my knees let me know that my seat post had slipped. It was at this point I realized that I forgot my multitool in Mr. Burgundy’s bar bag.
I looked around to the parking lot, hoping that a rider had returned to their car, and I could borrow a tool and or pump, but no one showed. It was at this point that I said, “Fuck it,” and headed home, looking to salvage my day with a trip to the Sylvan Preserve hunting critters for some macro shots.
It’s unlike me to be so ill-prepared for a mountain bike ride, but I guess the lack of a real ride routine has me out of sorts. There was a day that I would have flipped the fuck out about such a brain fart. However, this time I was just happy to have time in the day to salvage something.
I got home, put my bike away, grabbed my camera, macro extension tubes, a DX lens I hadn’t used in a while, and took off for Sylvan.
I walked, took some photos, and realized that I should NOT have brought the crop sensor DX lens. I was pretty unhappy with the day’s shots and headed home to make some lunch and try once again to salvage the day.
I’ve been making some badass homemade black bean burgers and was happy to whip up some more on Saturday. I mixed everything, pre-heated the oven, and then went to get a shower.
Once face, scrum and pits were all clean up, I set about making the burgers. I formed my patties, put them in the oven, and waited 10 minutes for the halfway flip.
The timer obnoxiously beeped and I moved in to flip the patties of black bean goodness. It was at this point I realized that in my rush to get the burgers made, I SOMEHOW forgot to add a goddamn egg!! The patties crumbled to pieces like a pile of shat out rabbit food and soon found their way into the garbage disposal. Sigh.
After stuffing my face with various unwanted bits of cold leftovers from the fridge, I went to the store for some groceries, came home, poured a beer, and set about downloading the photos from my earlier hike. It was at this point I realized that I actually got a few keepers from the day. Wait, really?
I rode that short high for the rest of the day, and seeing them really helped to turn my day around. Well, that and spending some quality time with Wifey “celebrating” our 23rd wedding anniversary a day early.
It was at this point I realized that I’m a lucky man. Not only lucky to have Wifey, and B-Man of course, but also to have made noticeable progress in the personal growth department over the years.
I come from a long line of ill-tempered males who yell, scream, belittle, blame others, accept littler personal responsibility for their mistakes, and show little empathy for others’ mistakes. In theory, someone making multiple blunders in one day without losing their shit, turning into a grump-puss, and being a dick/lady-part to everyone in their life isn’t a big deal. I’m happy that through hard work, therapy, and the wonders of pharmaceuticals, *makes rainbow with hands* it’s finally not a big deal to me. I do notice it on multiple blunder-days like Saturday, but I now often accept it without a thought.
I am by no means perfect, and I still have my off days, but I am infinitely better at recognizing that in life, sometimes shit happens. Some shits are worse than the others, but you deal with it like a human, not a rejected Afterschool Special screenplay.
It was at this point that I realized that I’d said enough.