Pocketful of Sunshine

I’ll write a few words before I dash off to Habitat store…

Last night I went through the trauma of losing my student ID card. If any one item is necessary to life on campus, it would be the ID card. This card lets me into my house every day, buys me food, washes my clothes, and cleans my room by allowing me to check out cleaning stuff. It lets me in the game room, lets me in the rec center, lets me borrow bikes and books and fields for bike polo. And now it’s gone. Along with my driver’s license and credit card.

Since I use it so often, I was able to narrow the search to a specific area. I last used it to get into my dorm, so I knew it had to be in my tiny cave of a room. I turned everything in the room upside down and shook out all the pockets—still no luck. My half of the room measures exactly 94 by 110—that’s inches—with a bed smack in the middle that I have to trip around every time I go to the desk. I would give you a floorplan, but it’s just too depressing. There’s also a fridge, two sets of skis, half a dozen backpacks, climbing gear, a bike, tent and sleeping bag, stacks of books and stacks of clothes. Davis says I have too much stuff. I tell him to get a life.

Before the accident last night I did the hill loop on Flagstaff Urban Trails, and dropped my fastest time to 40 minutes, down from an hour. The ride is 9 miles long, mostly on dry and slippery gravel, one 800 foot climb, one fast descent, and the rest the kind of fast riding that best happens at twilight. There’s an endurance ride/race coming up; 104 miles of flat-landing mountain riding—four 26 mile laps. Maybe I’ll do one or a few laps this weekend and feel it out…

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