Tea and Sweatpants...

I was playing cards with a student and another kid was walking by when I said "it's still your turn"
The kid walking by stopped in his tracks, spun on his heels, and said "you can't steal the game! That's just not right!" I'm sure you figured it out but for those of you who don't have regular interaction with small children he thought I had said "let's steal the...(game or cards)!"

Well, Monday Nick went on a retreat and took the car because it was far away, leaving me with the bike and the bus. He dropped me off at work with the bike so I could ride it home on Tuesday with the plan being to ride the bus home Monday night.

After a very long Monday with the kiddos I collected my things and got my wallet out to get money for the bus. I learned I had forgotten to get the bus money that was set aside for this very evening leaving me with one dollar and several coins totaling only 1.50, it takes 2 to ride the bus. I work with kids so any chance of me finding a coin lying around to boost what I had was useless. I decided I would ride my bike home.

Here is how it went this time:
not enough layers of clothes
no helmet
darkness on the streets
no lights on my bike
a new rout with bike lanes!
a slight decline all the way home
the scene of city lights against the dark forest hills
time to clear my head and pray while I hoped for the best

In all, ride number 2 was much better than the first just slightly more dangerous.

Ride number 3 to and from work:
Warm sunny day
legs getting stronger
i pod
fresh air
other bikers
essentially all that riding in Portland should be!

Third times a charm:)