July 2008


Tuesday came and went with no mention of the word “Anniversary”. I couldn’t decide what to do. Should I mention it to anyone? “A year ago, Daddy’s body was trashed and he could have been killed, kids. Let’s go out for dinner and celebrate.” It just didn’t feel right.

So, I avoided it. It’s been a year. And 2 days. I don’t like to think about what could have happened, but my brother would sure like me to. He sells insurance. Life. Disability, et al. I just don’t like to think about it.

On a brighter note, it seems as if I’m stalking our green mayor. After I invited him on a family bike ride around town, he seems to be ignoring me. One quick Facebook exchange and then nothing. I know he’s got a full life with all of those Elephants coming to town, so I will forgive him for now, but I’m waiting, R. T. Still waiting.

Last night on our all-too-often walk up to Pop! our favorite french fry joint, we saw an amazing bike. After we fed a 1/3 of the french fries to our dog (really people, the vet tells us to. . .balances her electrolytes) the owners of the bike came out.

What a story. They ride this thing all over. 800 miles this year. 2,000 total last. And they aren’t uber athletes, either. Just regular people. They came from Roseville to dine at Snap, two doors down from Pop! I hope to have a photo, soon! The Big One has a camera phone, we just have to figure out how to make that happen. In the meantime, visit: blackbirdbikes.com it is a local company!

We got a ride, good conversation and knowledge. Car-free living is so sweet.

I’ve driven a whole lot in Tom’s car. We’ve had it since Friday and I’ve been to the movie store twice, the grocery store once, and today in the extreme heat, I drove to yoga. Down the hill. I’d like to flog myself, but my blood pressure tanked yesterday and the dizziness from the heat is staggering. Literally. No apologies for that one. The useless trip to the thrift store the other day was ridiculous. It really is seductive.

Took the bus to acupuncture earlier today though, dragging Devil Baby down the street. We met up with Papa at the train stop on Hennepin. He was there on his fancy french bike, newly repaired by the brilliant bike monkeys at Scallywags Bike Shop. Tomorrow is another day.

I plan to let the car just sit along side my own slow moving body. With diastolic in the low 30’s, what’s a girl to do?

Car-free family tip of the day: Buy cellphones for everybody. It makes car-free life so much easier. Especially with a teenager who likes to take off on his bike!

Look at how The Big One has grown!
The Big One at One

The Big One at One

The Big One at age 8, opening presents on the toilet.

The Big One at age 8, opening presents on the toilet.

Look at how The Big One has grown!

Today is The Big One’s golden birthday. Yeah! He woke up, and in the tradition of confetti at wake-up on your birthday, I dropped 12 gold coins on his body. Then Papa did the same. Devil baby woke up an hour later and now we are all making breakfast, borrowing cars (more on that later) and getting our swimsuits on for our chilly afternoon at the Johnson Street Waterpark (known to some as Jim Lupient Water Park, but I just can’t fathom the idea of Minneapolis Parks being renamed for car dealers).

Gotta hop in my wheels to get eggs. I’m remembering the lazy days of owning a car. The seduction is overwhelming. Go, go, go. Go, dog, go.

Yesterday I rode a very crowded 10 bus downtown to my acupuncture appointment. I sat next to a 20-year-old kid who struck up a conversation with me. I was reading junk mail from the College I attended and he was interested. He went to a high school on the North side, the same one my dad graduated from. This kid was bright. Not just smart, but bright. “Do you go to College?” I asked him. “Nobody told me about College until I was in 12th grade. I didn’t even know what it was. By then my grades were so bad that no college would let me in. They told me I wasn’t college material. So now I work all the time.” he said.  He has his first child coming next month. He said, “Working or Babysitting. That’s what my life will be.” We talked like peers, which he never would have done if I wasn’t on the 10 bus with him. “You gotta get this straight, man. You can’t call it babysitting. When it is yours, it’s just parenting,” I told me. “Yeah,” he smiled at me. “That’s cool.”

When are we going to stop discounting kids? Who decided this kid wasn’t college material?  Kids always become what we expect them to be. A father at 20.  With a high school education.   I told him not to give up hope for college. I expect this kid to do great things. I hope that he sees that he still can.

We traveled by bus to The Walker Art Center to watch work of Trisha Brown today. Robert was performing in “Planes” and afterward we had fun in the park. I thought I would die of heatstroke, my out of control hormones made my belly look pregnant and Tiny dancer Girl reached to congratulate me on my change of life pregnancy. I stopped her before she made a fool out of herself. Sometimes I hate my husband’s career.
The Big One growing impatient
Devil Baby can't ever find food he will eat.  Scrounging again.

Devil Baby can't ever find food he will eat. Scrounging again.

Dancer-Man

Robert Loving Trisha Brown
Robert Loving Trisha Brown

The Illustrious Paula Mann, amazing choreographer and great person.

The Illustrious Paula Mann, amazing choreographer and great person.