elainegrey

I lingered long abed as i sort six months of phone photos into work notes (whiteboard shots), general notes (photos of fabric, of store signs, of flyers), and photo-photos.

Yesterday i was able to re-sync Yojimbo, my new information organizer, and i'm back to being delighted with the workflow. On the other hand, i now have a bucket of "followup" items to sort through, with only a vague idea of relevancy.

Just now we made use of the sunshine to ride the Xootrs to the grocery store for more eggs. (Creme brulee! Pumpkin pie!) Sheesh. No such thing as free lunch. It's a bit of a workout. My heart was racing. I've worked up a sweat.

My oh my. Christine rode hers to the doctor, two and a half miles!!, on Wednesday. Then rode it back (and then walked to Google in the evening for a meeting). I'm pooped after this grocery excursion.

Walking has a certain rhythm, this has a rather different waltzy sort of rhythm: chug-chug-gliiiide, chug-chug-gliide. The glide is of many different lengths, though, and the physical rhythm is overwhelmed by the train-like rattle-rattle as the wheels hit the grooves in the sidewalk. I do like the quick dismount, the immediate transition from riding to walking that can occur, especially when there's a pedestrian.