Here we are one month and two days after the fire; all of our belongings have either been taken away to be cleaned or have been categorized and recorded so that we can replace them. We've even started replacing some items, not that we have anywhere to put them... For two weeks absolutely NOTHING has changed at the house. There are still broken windows, there is still soot covering every surface, it still smells like burnt plastic. I'm feeling a bit discouraged with the whole process at this point. But what do you do? It doesn't really help to get pissed off at anyone. Stress.
The bright spot? Anna. If I didn't have a loving, stable relationship with my wife I would be off the fucking deep end. I'd go tell her that in person right now, but she went to bed early because she's under the same stress.
The sort of bright spot? I'm traveling to Austin on Thursday to visit NAHBS and ride mountain bikes with two of my dearest friends and Anna. Then, two more friends are meeting us down there and we'll all be warm and sunny together in Texas. I'm bringing my Capricorn single speed 29er. I'd wanted to bring the new race bike for an early season shakedown, but Fox is out of stock on my fork, so it sits as a frame only at the bike shop, waiting.
In other bike related news, Edge parts adorn my road bike now because I couldn't stop thinking about them. I'm actually excited to ride a road bike for the first time in as long as I can remember. And, this trip to NAHBS is going to be very cool for Anna; she told me yesterday that she's expecting that she won't be riding the LeMond for the rest of the summer; that Independent Fabrication seed I planted seems to have sprouted. Just wait until she sees what her options are after the Handmade show.
Thinking about bikes and parts makes me happy. I should probably start riding them again; but I'm kinda soft and let the 12 more inches of snow we've gotten deter me from that.
