It’s really hot outside. I’m certainly not complaining (although I wish it were seventy or eighty degrees), but it’s given me sympathy for those who walk and bike and bus. I try not to go out in the middle of the day, but I had to meet my knitting group at six this evening, and sweat was dripping down my face. And my jacket needs a good washing and deodorizing on the interior if you know what I mean.
I did expect this heat, but I am happy to do my part to downsize.
Just sold my car. I’m pretty nervous about managing without one, but everything has been moving towards this moment: books, thoughts, inclinations, people, phone calls, gas prices…
David isn’t really keen on the idea of me selling my vehicle. Nor are the Schultz’s. They all have good points…emergencies, borrowing others’ transportation, and isolation. Nevertheless, I am determined to change my transportation. I’ve begun to ride my bicycle more often. I still haven’t taken the bus anywhere though. (I feel intimidated by deciphering the schedule, but I haven’t written that off completely.)
David did agree to the idea of a Vespa. I think he may have been in a moment of weakness, but I am not above taking advantage of that. A Vespa appeals to me in so many ways. And seeing one in person today…well, my heart simply melted by its design. I love it. I covet one. And the one I drooled over the most happened to be on sale. ((drool))
