My wonderful gardener Alex came over one day late last summer.
He had his eye on our side yard - a place where we kept leftover stuff - the empty plastic pots my Girl Crush left me when she moved away last summer, the screens for our windows, a wheelbarrow we bought so Max could move sandbags during the Snowpocalypse melt a couple of years back.
I had cycle-phobia. Where I live in Bend, the roads are packed with bike riders, some of them fit and sporty, some of them old ladies riding curiously fast on e-bikes. I’ve been stressed out watching them. I try not to hit them with my Jeep. I curse at them under my breath when they swerve into traffic.
I’ve felt so nervous about all the bikes that I said to Jim the other day “Bike riding is dangerous. Maybe I’m too old to ride”.