Bicycle Accident
When I fell, plummeting slowly,
and saw the sandy roadside
casually lifting itself closer,
I knew my mistake
merited a deeper concern.
And when time sped up again,
and I was instantly acquainted
with every intricacy the road could offer,
I decided, quite spontaneously and unwillingly,
to go into shock.
The middle-aged woman who stopped
soon after, who rolled her window down
and frowned at me with concern,
was not convinced I was fine.
Neither was the doctor
who pulled out the pieces
of road I had tried to smuggle
into his room without anyone knowing.
And when the shock wore off
and things became less funny,
I was forced to concur.
Poem:
As I mentioned in my last post, I crashed my bike while going rather rapidly down a mountain in Oregon. I was pulling a trailer on my bike, and when I hit a couple of huge cracks in the road I was catapulted over the handlebars. I skidded to a stop on the shoulder, and I didn't feel like I was too bad off until I looked down and realized I had no fingertips. And there was a huge hole in my palm. I was rescued by a nice woman who dialed 911 for the $800 ambulance ride. I had anesthetic poured all over my arm, and it was pretty painful, but after it took effect it was fun to watch the doctor pull chunks of asphalt out of my arm. I still have a scar that's tinged black from the road. So the poem is just my thought process, how things slowed down for a bit before impact during the panic, and how I went into shock for a while and didn't think things were as dire as everyone was making them seem.
Observation:
Oh boy were those weather forecasters wrong for today. They said there was a possibility of ten inches of snow falling overnight, but I woke up to absolutely no change from the day before. I guess the snow removal guys had already been paid to work in anticipation or something, because I saw three 0f them brushing already clear sidewalks in their little vehicles. I had enough time to get back from my first class, and then the snow started falling. Foolish boy that I am, I tried biking to class again later in the afternoon, and was somehow unsurprised to see no snow removal happening whatsoever. After sliding around on my bike for a while, I made it to class in one piece. I don't know what governs the decision-making of the mysterious snow people, but I'm pretty sure it's not based on what's best for me. It was fun to watch people gawk at the stupid guy biking in terrible weather. And I was in shorts, which made matters all the more entertaining.
Exercise:
"Flying a Kite"
Describe a person flying a kite:
It wasn't as fun as he remembered. When he was a child, flying kites has been his favorite weekend activity. He even had different fields he would travel to depending on which direction the wind was from. Now, standing in his "easterly" location, he struggled to recall what had been so addictive to his smaller self. The kite rose hesitantly, its tail draping drably down. He played out the line gradually, wishing the wind were strong enough to threaten to rip him from the ground. As a ten year-old, he had exhilarated in jumping with the gusts, trying to time his leaps well enough to leave the world behind. It hadn't worked, and now he had no intention of trying.
Me:
I have a lock. It turns out that mentioning things in your blog can make your mom pity you enough to purchase things. Not only that, but the lock is the best lock ever. I complained that combination locks were too tiresome, and keyed locks were a hassle because the last thing I need is one more thing to keep track of. This lock works like a combination, but has a slider that moves in four directions. You decide the password, which can be any length and any combination of moves. It's way too much fun. I must have spent fifteen minutes trying to decide which ways I liked moving it and setting the combination. Then I spent another ten minutes just opening and closing it. It's just a satisfying experience. The enjoyable clicks of the sliding mechanism, the speed with which it operates, and the fulfilling clunk at the end as it opens are addictive. The only problem I can think of is that there is a high likelihood that I will be doing this all the time, making it impossible to keep my code a secret. My stuff will probably get stolen anyway. But I will have fun until it does.
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