I used to be quite an avid cyclist, especially in high school. In college and at grad school I rode mostly for transportation, but after I moved to Chicago I didn't have a bike for a while and I got out of the habit. I've had a bike for about a year now, brought up from home by my folks the last time they visited, but I've been a lazy asshole about getting air in the tires and I live on the third floor, so carrying it up and down is a pain.
Still, I've made a list of "Things I am ashamed I haven't done" and top of the list was "fix up the bike", so today I took it out, pumped up the tires, checked the gears to make sure everything was running smoothly, and took it out for a ride.
OH MY QUADRICEPS.
I can't really say I recommend making any kind of list that has to do with shame, because shame is terrible, but I realized I was feeling it about a lot of things in my life, or more specifically in my apartment, so I made this list and frankly I feel better now. It's not stuff like "I've never skydived" or anything, it's stuff like "I need to frame this poster" (which will have to wait until I can save up for some frames, so that one's on hold).
So I had to get the bike out of the way (it's now locked up in the bike parking in the basement) in order to get to the next thing on the list. I have a gorgeous faux-antique stereo that has a turntable, tape player, and radio, and I never use it because I couldn't GET TO IT since it was behind the bike. I have a rather small apartment.
Anyway, I can now access the stereo, so I am writing this to the strains of a Tchaikovsky casette tape that I have had since I was five or six -- it was my favourite tape as a child and Tchaikovsky remains the only classical composer I really have any passion about. And I have changed "unearth the stereo" to "find some cheap records for the turntable".
After that, I need to find R and make him drive me to The Brown Elephant (a local thrift store that supports LGBT health centers in Chicago) to give them these four huge boxes of charity stuff that have been in my kitchen for two years.
Bein' a grownup, la la la, gettin' things done, doo doo doo...