It was pretty muddy, so there wasn't much chance for doing jumps and stuff - our bikes weighed about three times as much by the end of the ride with all the mud stuck to them!
But it was brilliant - we were filthy, from the spray, puddles, falling off, landing in puddles,
Sherlock and Mycroft had fun too, and at the end Mycroft had a go on the bikes again and Sherlock rode pillion with me, just on the practice track. He is nearly big enough...
But he's also very excited about getting the next size up of violin - we should try and do that in the week, I need to go to the music shop anyway, so we should go and see if he's ready for a 1/2 size yet.
He declared my book 'boring' once I'd read a bit of it to him. I think he thought it would tell him how to solve murders, not just how to deal with the press, paperwork, court papers and all that... obviously there are a few things that would help you...but it's mainly how to comply with the rules and build a strong case, not how to track down the murderer and grab them.
Today was just one of those days were...I can't believe that I'm this lucky. I can't believe the person I was 5 years ago was really me. Things have changed so much, so dramatically. Things I could never have hoped for have happened to me. It's just amazing. My life is amazing.
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I can't believe the person I was 5 years ago was really me.
I know exactly what you mean.
Things I could never have hoped for have happened to me. It's just amazing. My life is amazing
That is beautiful and such a positive way to be looking at your life :-)
I'm glad the day was good and that Sherlock is growing, the time is close to dawning when the four of you can take off and enjoy a day all together on your bikes.
Danger - I know you do. Which makes it feel slightly less...I don't know, weird, I suppose.
AnonyBob - yeah! We'll have to get Mycroft practicing riding pillion with John, too. Or maybe, John practicing carrying me about... maybe safer, and Mycroft will seem like a breath of fresh air on the back, once he's hauled me about for a bit :)
It really does sound like a brilliant day. And good practice for doing things before anyone tries them on the road, in spite of all the mud. Or maybe because of it.
I like the new poll, too, by the way, and voted for everything but strawberry, not because I don't like strawberry but because the list made me think of hot things like tea and I like strawberries fresh and cold.
rsf
WRT the poll
dare I ask about the poll? flavour of something?
AnonyBob...something like that
so what is it about?
I don't really know - yeah, flavour/smell... I just wondered.
RSF - falling off is definitely better done on mud. Tarmac hurts. A lot.
I answered the poll as flavours but what off I'm not telling ;-)
Tarmac is vicious! I flew off a bike once -- not the motor kind, just an ordinary bicycle. I remember being at the top of a hill a couple of blocks long, and I remember seeing that there was a railroad crossing at the bottom of the hill and the next thing I remember is the ceiling of an ambulance. Fortunately, I was wearing a helmet, so all I really managed to do is break my collarbone and acquire about a square foot of road rash. And the road rash hurt the longest!
I don't even want to think about what it would be like from a motorcycle.
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I'm so jealous! That all sounds like so much fun.
I've been listening to music, and this song always makes me think of Sherlock, so I thought I'd share: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yzup8j-Ifzk
Know just what you mean about "is this really my life" moments.
Thanks for your well-wishes a couple posts back. Yes, I am slowly returning to myself. Or integrating the pieces of the old that are worth keeping, or something. I'm a mosaic. Or maybe I'm a kaleidoscope.
(There's a poem in that, maybe a more cheerful one than the one on my blog)
I think the integration is the hardest, really.
Too easy to throw the baby out with the bathwater.
Finding the best bits, buried somewhere inside, and holding into them, that's difficult. Especially when you've been conditioned not to feel like you have any best bits.
Especially when you've been conditioned not to feel like you have any best bits.
Or your best bits seem quite meagre indeed.
Maybe the answer is to start a blog where strangers, through the power of relative anonymity, can tell you what your best bits are (patience, level-headedness, compassion, a sense of humor, etc.). :)
That sounds meaner in the light of day than I intended it to at 3 am. I apologize if I offended; I only meant to agree and make a small joke.
DW, I would never think you intended to be mean - especially in the dead of night.
My good bits seemed incredibly meagre before I met John and had you lot to tell me to stop feeling so sorry for myself!
Your day sounds amazing. And I am jealous, as I am currently incapable of doing anything as I am currently laid up by a rather female conditon, and that was probably TMI - Pheonix
Not pregnant. The other female exclusive thing. Pheonix
All I can hope is that you have someone as nice in John in your life to take care of you then!
My parents. My little brother, not so much. Hes just laughing and reminding me that he, as a male human will never have to deal with it. Little brothers, so annoying sometimes. - Pheonix
Maybe remind him that boys can be kicked in the bollocks - which, I'm sorry to everyone with a uterus out there, I think HAS to be more painful (unless something really terrible happens to you!) I mean...yeah, I have never felt so ill as after a swift kick there. I've seen people flat out faint from it.
(and as none of us will ever know quite how bad the other feels...we'll have to settle on never knowing which is worst. But they have to be at least comparable!)
Was going to add that I once accidentally on purpose need him in the nuts, after he wouldn't stop tickling me, but thought that would weird you out - Phoenix
This conversation reminds me -- did you know there's a martial arts strike called "monkey steals the peach?" I leave you, given the context, to deduce what the object of the strike might be.
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;)
This whole conversation is making me feel slightly ill...
On a completely unrelated note, did any of you see the story about the man charged with breaching the peace for trying to feed police horses sausage rolls.... I can't imagine having to go to court for that one!
...Did the horses eat them? I wouldn't have thought they'd like sausage rolls.
I have no idea. I do know his entire defence to the case is 'he thought they looked hungry'... how is the magistrate going to keep a straight face??
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