I wrote this the other day about my last grandparent dying.
generational shift r.i.p.
I keep picturing a Tetris game, where you complete a row and it ker-thunks down and that row falls off into a digital void.
The loss of the last of my grandparents feels like that row ker-thunking away. There is no bringing it back, and the game keeps pushing on. If you stop, everything piles up into a chaotic, frantic mess. But the loss of that row is a little scary. It implies that the next row, my parents, are next. Then I’m up.
And the game pushes inexorably on.
Took my Pugsly out for more than just a toodle around town! Her inaugural longer ride happened last weekend! 🙂
She was a little nervous at first
but quickly started to have a good time
My friend’s bike had some electrical issue, so he caught a ride back up the mountain with me and the pug. My first human passenger!
You can tell she’s very enthused to have the company. Actually, she had a good time riding up on his legs with her face in the wind!
This was Pugsly’s stance while riding through a neighborhood once we got back (I was coasting and took the pic. heehee)
the route:
no destination 