Friday, April 24, 2020

Post Surgery 8 Weeks- Jumping Into Riding and Suncoast

I don't take too many pictures. Every time I get on social media I realize this, although I don't think about it to much. Kelly takes enough pictures, (especially of the cat) for both of us. It only seems to be a problem when thinking about posting something here, occasionally on the social media. People dig pictures.

Finding my groove over the last 8 weeks hasn't been particularly bad or difficult. The weather has been ok and my recovery has been mostly as expected according to everything I had read. Some difficulty swallowing, liquid especially. But it seems to be getting gradually better, along with my habits changing to reflect how this thing works.

My focus has shifted to riding, trying to get used to big rides, resting enough but pushing that edge to hasten gainz bro. It makes me feel old- I bought my first CD as Suncoast:

My friends and I decided we were to go hang at the mall like adults, or something. Someone had the idea to start the evening at the Olive Garden. Real fancy like. Post dinner, fueled by chicken parm and endless breadsticks we pointed our (banned) laser pointers towards the mall across the parking lot and followed to get into whatever kids do at the mall.

Going to the mall unsupervised at 13 was a pretty good time. Plenty of other kids in your age range and if your money is green they treat you (almost) the same as an adult.

But what is interesting at the mall for 13 year old kids? The weird karate(?) studio that sold janky katanas for one. I never grew out of toys so KB of course, Pokemon cards wherever they might be found, and the Suncoast store. So. Many. CDs. "Parental Advisory: Explicit Content". If there was ever a question if lawmakers are out of touch, this should be it. Maybe it's just because they're subject to public opinion, but that label is certainly not a deterrent, you had to have the label.

People who drink diet pop are the same who buy edited cds. I can hear their thoughts now: "It's just like the real thing, but it will make me healthier" as they watch 'Real Housewives' and eat the Little Debra Zebra Cakes.

Anyway, that's how I bought the Marshall Mathers LP in 2000. Pretty sick, like pointing a laser pointer at the back of the mall guard's head.


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