That's my bike with the basket. I haven't
gone for a bike ride for 10 years or more.
It wasn't easy..but with a stool..I was able
to get on and ride. Just happy, even for the few
minutes.
It felt liberating. Like the feeling I get in
my dreams when I fly. Yep, I soar in my
dreams. Just glide through the sky.
A breeze in my hair.
Definitely, going
to try again tomorrow.
My right pelvic area is fused to my spine.
It's not the easiest thing to get on my bike.
Once I am there though.
No matter, it is really important to get moving and fun.
See the little paper Santa? Joe brought a vintage pack
still in its original wrap. Isn't he cute? And there are
five others.
First year with our upside down tree.
Happy feet.
