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PHOTO OPs FOREVER GONE

19 July 2002

I should know better than to leave the house without a camera. I even toyed with the idea of taking it with me today. It's only July, but already it is somewhat darker when I leave for the club in the morning. I used to ride to exercise at sunrise, but during the month of June, it was fully light at 6 a.m. Now, however, the sun is back again to just coming up as I pedal to the club and the last two sunrises have been glorious. The kind that make me say "I wish I had brought the camera."

So I actually thought about it again this morning, but decided not to take it. Again, it was a beautiful sunrise. Again, I thought "I wish I had the camera with me."

I didn't really feel much like making my long bike ride after exercising. It's funny how some days the legs feel stronger than others, and today was not one of the stronger days. But I hadn't done it in a couple of days and didn't want to get out of the habit, so I turned the bike toward the greenbelt.

My next decision was--go the short way, or go the long way, looping all around the periphery of the greenbelt. The thought of going down the slight hill and through the little tunnel on such a lovely morning was appealing, and so I opted for the "long way."

The back side of the greenbelt butts up against a very large field area, which is fenced off, with gates every so often to allow joggers to get in and run along the edge of a big gully, and allow people with dogs to enter in order to let their dogs run off leash in the tall weeds, meeting other four-legged friends as they romp about. Little doggie conventions there on my left, as I pedal along the bike path, dodging other joggers and, as SecraTerri calls them, "good morning people."

There are side roads every so often, little roads that take you off the bike path and back onto the city streets again. I generally ride about halfway down this part of the loop and then cut through the center of the greenbelt so I can go under another overpass and up the first hill I ever successfully conquered, 3 months ago.

But as I passed each of the side roads, I would glance out to the street. And that's when I saw it. Glistening in the sun. The most gorgeous, huge, perfect spider web I'd seen in a long time. It was attached to the posts from the bike pathand stretched to the trees of the property which bordered it. There were drops of dew shining from points on the web itself and I immediately knew I had to have a photo, kicking myself for the second time this morning for leaving the camera at home.

I had a decision to make--did I continue the ride, or did I just leave the path at the next opportunity, turn around, come home, and get the camera. It didn't take long to make that decision. I headed for home.

But the longer I rode and the farther I got from the spiderweb, the more it seemed like a silly idea to ride all the way back just to take a picture of a spider web. I reasoned that the sun had been in the perfect position and by the time I got home, got the camera, and returned, the sun would have shifted and probably the dewdrops would be gone anyway.

When I got into the house, the aroma of the fresh coffee I'd brewed just before leaving for the club hit me. My stomach, expecting to be fed right away, started growling. Kimba was bouncing around waiting for the treat I always give her as soon as I get home.

The thrill of the moment was gone, I fear, and I never did get back. But I hope I've learned my lesson. I will never take off without my camera again. It's better to have it and not use it than to want it and not have it.

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News from the health front is that my voice is back. It's not back in all its usual dulcet tones, but at least I can carry on a conversation without having my companion feel the need to whisper back at me. I'm coughing more but as it is now a "productive cough," as we say in the biz, that's a sign that I'm on the mend as well. There is hope.

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And let me make a good recommendation for everybody who likes good writing. Check out  Thistledown, a brand new journal by Linda, a long-time reader of Funny the World whom I just "met" yesterday (i.e., she wrote to me). I checked out her journal and it's great!  Good going, Linda.

 

Quote of the Day

If male homosexuals are called "gay," then female homosexuals should be called "ecstatic."

~ Shelly Roberts

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No, this isn't "the" spiderweb,
but this entry seemed to need
a picture of a web...
and an eency weency spider

One Year Ago
The Hermitage
I hate it that I am held prisoner at my own door and forced to either spend time listening to a spiel that I don’t want to hear, or to go against all of my upbringing and be deliberately rude to someone. There doesn’t seem to be any other choice.

Two Years Ago
Blindsided
I can't believe that all I'm doing is sitting here crying and wanting a drink, for god's sake. I don't drink! I haven't a CLUE where this is coming from. I really want to go pour myself a glass of gin and just sit here and cry.


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