I really don't know when it happened or where it all went, but somehow I aged. The years slipped by, all too quickly. The funny thing is just yesterday I was 15, Chrissy and I were talking about how we would be at 30 and how far off it was, and now today, I am 52. I remember my Grandmother when she turned 50. I guess she thought the very same things, oh how I wish she was here to tell me. Mor always told me exactly what was what, nothing waxed, nothing altered, just exactly what. While she did refuse to dust my motorcycle when it was parked in the living room, she very expertly dusted and vacuumed around it, she never refused me. I relished and relived her stories of how things were for her, for them, for us, for me. She was my greatest champion. Mor has been gone an all to short but oh so long 10 years, and a million tears. I would love to have one more day. She told me that you can't change what was, only what is to be. I have learned forgiveness. It has become my greatest feat.
When I got up at 11:30, I had a shower, got dressed, and went outside. Andrew had the yards mowed, weedwacked, and edged. He had my bike up on the lift to change the headlight. He had already changed the grips. The whole front of fairing had to come off, what a hassle, only to find that the high-beam was not burned out, but that the wiring harness was burned. I read in some motorcycle magazine that you should ride during the day with your high-beams on because you become more visible. Yeah well that may be true, but I guess they did not take into consideration the heat that is generated in a confined space may have an adverse effect. He fixed the harness, both headlamps work on regular beam and high beam.
I asked if my tire was as dire as they made it seem, he said no. I need one yes, but I could have a bit of riding on it. So that is what we did. The front cowl went onto the hooks, and reattached easily, thank goodness, cause it could be a bitch, everything is back together. I decided that it would behoove me not to ride with my brights on during the day. We finished up outside, Andrew put the bikes away, while I fed the dogs. We went for dinner and had a most wonderful time.
We planned on taking a ride on Sunday, and we did just that. It is wonderful to be riding again. It thrills my soul.
Have a care, don't ever put into play something that will profoundly hurt the person that loves you. "There are people in your life who've come and gone. They let you down and hurt your pride. Better keep it all behind you; life goes on. You keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you inside."
But I think it's about forgiveness...