I’ve been itching to take the bike into work this week. The wife was off work today and it seemed like it was a go.
Then I checked the weather forecast. The cursed always-wrong-when-you-check-it and always-right-when-you-don’t forecast. I should have known better than to trust the weatherman on Groundhog Day.
I play it safe with the weather and riding. Being on the bike when it’s raining can be dangerous, and painful. Today showed a 40% chance of it throughout the morning.
Guess what? Not a damn drop. All damn day.
So I took the Tundra in.
A thick fog settled comfortably among the refineries and downtown scenery.
I was feeling a little blue this morning. We sort of adopted this kitten, a ball of hatred I decided to name Lady Macbeth. Well, I haven’t seen her in a couple of days. Have no idea where she is. After a childhood of having family pets dying over the years, it’s difficult for me to become attached to animals.
But I kinda love this little cat. She’s scrappy and she doesn’t take shit from anyone or any animal.
I chastised myself for trying to find her before work this morning. Why put yourself through the pain and disappointment if you don’t find her, I thought.
I let my pain compromise my judgment and I yelled at one of the kids before I left. Sure, he was being a pain in the butt, but I took my anger out on him.
But I haven’t dwelled on it since this morning. I will come home, give him a hug, tell him I love him, and move on.
And we can’t let anger, pain, disappointment cast a haze over what’s truly important in our lives. For me, it’s my wife and boys, my brothers, my sisters-in-law, my wife’s mother, my nephews, my great-niece, and all of the people I call friends.