I checked the forecast. It wasn’t supposed to rain till 3:45.
I am cavalier about bicycling in the rain. If it rains, it rains. I have sheltered sopping wet under trees on country trails.
And so I biked to Barnes and Noble. I had coupons.
I bought Nell Zink’s Mislaid, a National Book Award finalist, and Susanna Gregory’s new mystery, The Chelsea Strangler (a hefty $30.95 with two 30%-off coupons: the price of books rises, while salaries in the U.S. are stagnant). I lingered and browsed, but intended to leave long before the rain.
And it started raining early! So I had coffee. And then, since it kept raining, I needed a plan, so I bought two $1.99 polyester shopping bags (one with a Nancy Drew design, the other with Fitzgerald’s This Side of Paradise), put everything in one bag, then turned it upside down inside the other, and put it in the pannier.
It rained harder. I put up my hood, which doesn’t tie, but it wasn’t windy, so it more or less stayed on.
Everything was under control until I got to the graveyard.
It is not a mysterious graveyard. But suddenly I had a flat tire.
Naturally you have a flat tire, if you’re on your bike in the rain in the graveyard.
And the tire was so flat it wouldn’t roll. PLONK PLONK PLONK. The tire had somehow come partly off the wheel. I couldn’t deal with THAT.
And so I locked it up to a sign saying “The cemeteries’ graves and markers must be maintained by friends and relatives.”
Then I walked home, got soaked, and thank God the books stayed dry.
And now I think I’ll curl up with a book, because I deserve it!