2024-11-02 from the editor of ~insom
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Fuck I wish I wrote about more good things on here. But I
was looking back at things I wrote when I first joined town,
nearly ten years ago, and a lot of it was working through
the death of my dad, 5 years before that. Maybe ~town has
always been free therapy for me.
My dog died. He was amazing and we were so lucky to have him
(and really; he was lucky to have us -- he was already a
senior when we adopted him and at the time we lived next to
a few acres of wood for walks, we were able to give him a
good rest of his life). It happened a week ago and it hurt
unbelievably, like I never thought I'd feel okay again (even
though I knew I would). Some time has passed and I'm not
getting upset every single day. I hate the idea of getting
used to it.
I'm doing up a bicycle (a fixed gear) -- it's been a lot of
fun. I always enjoyed this when I did it back in England and
have had less reason to play amateur bike mechanic since I
moved. I never commuted in Canada, even when I went to an
office, whereas my bicycles were my every day vehicles. They
had to be reliable and they also got some wear and tear. I
also had no money so found or cheap parts had to be
stretched. Since I was able to buy a reasonably nice MTB
(stolen) and then a replacement MTB (stolen) and another MTB
(not yet stolen) I've not made structural changes -- I've
swapped pedals and I put a new fork on one, I guess, but
it's not a tear-down and rebuild. Until now.
I've noticed that time I spend on the computer rarely seemed
to correllate with a good day. I don't think I am ready to
be totally melodramatic but maybe I just don't like
computers that much? Or that they are not that good for me?
At the very least, that my default of sitting at a computer
is probably not a good one, especially now that I'm not
working again.
