bike log

[da]

On this beauuuuttiful day, we took roverthedog for a longish walk, I did a bit of yard work, did some more decluttering in my study, read most of two issues of The Atlantic, and went for a 16km bike ride. My odometer rolled over 1,000km again, which I missed because I was paying attention to traffic after one of the new roundabouts. It rolled over at the site where they're turning farmland into a WalMart and movie-theater. ...As opposed to 5km up the road, where they're turning farmland into rental housing, or a few km in the other direction where they already turned farmland into a large plaza where they had the genius idea of a roundabout immediately followed by a stoplight. Yeah.

So, it would be another 1,000km, only my odometer is lying, or roverthedog is taking it out for joyrides, because my records from last fall said I stopped biking at 800km, and when I started riding 17 days ago it said 858. Then this Wednesday it said 980. The intervals when I'm actually on the bike, so it's jumping in the night.

Oh! I bet it's the house poltergeist. That makes more sense now, since the clock is mostly working these days.

Anyhow, I can guess I've gone something like 120km since I started riding this season. Feels good to be back on the bike.

Just, no way in hell I biked 200km in 17 days.

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[zalena.livejournal.com]

Periodically bicycles get left on or near my property. Last month, someone abandoned a BMX bike just outside the bounds of my property: this time with a bicycle pump. It was there for more than three weeks... definitely there earlier this week... but I checked before writing. It is now gone.

I've had other electrical crap going on in my house---light bulbs burning out frequently, and radios turning on without my memory of doing so---and am often plagued with nightmares of teens coming in wreaking havoc. I think of these phenomena of 'freewheeling demiurges' a kind of youthful and mischievous energy that comes when things are stuck. I'm not a big believer in paranormal activity, but this phrase makes me laugh and describes almost exactly the way these things make me feel: mystified and curmudgeonly.

I thought I had posted about the latest round this month... but perhaps I've only told people about it.