rainy bicycle rides, eerily appropriate notebooks, and annoying flyers

My weekend was uneventful, except for getting SOAKING FUCKING WET on Saturday.

See, I wanted to go to Daiso and Marina Foods, which are close enough that if the weather pemits, I’ll just ride my bike all the way. It rained Friday night and Saturday morning, but it had stopped by the time I was ready to leave the house, and I really thought I was going to have a couple hours in which to run errands.

HA HA NO. I got there okay, but it started pouring when I was in Daiso, so I dawdled, thinking it might stop, but it just kept coming down harder and harder. So I thought I’d take the bus back and then I’d only be in the rain for a few blocks, but I had to wait like 97 hours at the stoplight at Decoto and Union Square. So by the time I got to the stop I was about as wet as I was going to get, and the bus wasn’t coming for another half hour. (It only runs once an hour on weekends.) And I thought if I just stood there in wet clothes I’d likely get sick, but if I bicycled I’d at least be keeping my body temperature up, so I bicycled all the way home in a torrential downpour. By the time I got home my clothes were dripping wet and sticking to me, and my pants, which were beige, were nearly see-through.

I don’t know though, in a weird way it was kind of exhilarating. Plus it was lovely to come home and dry off and put on my favorite pajamas, make a mug of matcha milk tea and watch Firefly DVDs. There’s probably some word for it in German, the joy of suffering a discomfort so you can enjoy its alleviation.

I went to Daiso to look for food cutters in leaf shapes, which they did not have. But I don’t count it a wasted trip because I got many other useful things, including this notebook which of course I had to buy, because of the cover. It’s like it was made for me. I also got some bento stuff (a sidecar and a really large adult-size box, which is a rarity because usually they only have small children’s boxes; also some chopsticks and a new case, and a furoshiki and an insulated button-closed wrap), a cheap pair of earbuds for my work computer, and a papercraft chest of drawers, which I never pass up buying when I find them because I’m addicted to assembling them. I have 5 altogether.

Total cost: About $23. Yay Daiso!

Yesterday I had to go to 99 Ranch for some things for my lunch, and as I was leaving some old biddy tried to hand me a “Yes on Prop 8” flyer. I was like “I’m voting against that stupid proposition because I’m not a bigot, THANK YOU.” I don’t know how much of that she understood (she was an old Chinese woman), but she must have gotten the gist, since I refused to take her stupid flyer.

It’s not gonna pass, so maybe I shouldn’t even get worked up, but it just staggers me that such ignorance and bigotry is still around, and in enough numbers to have gotten the damn thing on the ballot in the first place, in the 21st century. STILL. Are we ever going to stop fighting these idiotic battles with ourselves? It’s depressing.

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