All's Not Lost
Whoa. It's been how long since bike boy posted here? Geez. Maybe I can chalk it up to it being winter and my bike is sitting in the back of my pickup truck, which itself is out of order. I bought a used 1997 Volvo, a common person car, or what the elite think of as a common person car. It's a real tank and I love it.
Anyway, maybe another excuse for my inexcusable tardiness is my extreme busy-ness, with new job, new love, new car, new blah blah blah. Now that the Professor--the woman I'm dating--is out of town and in Italy for a month, maybe suddenly I have time that I normally would spend with her. Hmmm. But even that's not easy, as I've suddenly become a complete moron. Yesterday, I lost my favorite hat, a Christmas present from the Professor. I also went sledding with an ink pen in my back pocket, breaking it and exploding it all over my Wranglers, then thought I lost my wallet and called to cancel my credit cards, only to find my wallet two hours later on the floor of my car, where I swear I had looked for it carefully--twice. Before finding it, however, I had spent an hour at the bottom of a hill in South Minneapolis with a flashlight, searching through weeds to find the wallet, even getting a guy, his two kids, and their dog in on the search. But, thankfully, it was not lost, though I'm now without credit cards until I get new ones issued.
After a brief hiatus, I'm also back to running, and now thinking of either doing Grandma's Marathon in June or the Fargo Marathon in May.
Anyway, maybe another excuse for my inexcusable tardiness is my extreme busy-ness, with new job, new love, new car, new blah blah blah. Now that the Professor--the woman I'm dating--is out of town and in Italy for a month, maybe suddenly I have time that I normally would spend with her. Hmmm. But even that's not easy, as I've suddenly become a complete moron. Yesterday, I lost my favorite hat, a Christmas present from the Professor. I also went sledding with an ink pen in my back pocket, breaking it and exploding it all over my Wranglers, then thought I lost my wallet and called to cancel my credit cards, only to find my wallet two hours later on the floor of my car, where I swear I had looked for it carefully--twice. Before finding it, however, I had spent an hour at the bottom of a hill in South Minneapolis with a flashlight, searching through weeds to find the wallet, even getting a guy, his two kids, and their dog in on the search. But, thankfully, it was not lost, though I'm now without credit cards until I get new ones issued.
After a brief hiatus, I'm also back to running, and now thinking of either doing Grandma's Marathon in June or the Fargo Marathon in May.
posted by greg at 5:19 PM
1 Comments:
Once, during a time when another person with my same name (not exactly a common name at that) lived in MN and ran into all kinds of trouble, a priest called me and asked me if I stole his hat. I told him that I had not. I explained to him that it might be a case of mistaken identity and that I had been receiving a lot of calls from people seeking ______ (the other person with my same name). The priest explained that he was upset becasue he prayed to God for a hat that would keep him warm while he protested abortions and his prayer had been answered but now his favorite hat was gone. I told him I hope he never found the hat and gently returned the receiver to its cradle.
But my favorite "nope you want the other Michael" call came from Fairview Southdale. They called at 3 am to tell me that I could pick myself up at the hospital. I informed them that would be a neat trick.
So look, I have my own blog, why am I "posting" on yours? Well, I think it's because you lost your favorite hat too.
You better not be wearing it while protesting against women's constitutional rights!
Call me!
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