So, been taking the bike out once a day, to see if I can't whup myself back into some kind of useful human-shaped thing. I took a spin around Barton Springs and Zilker Park yesterday, and almost died coming back up that big hill on Robert E. Lee. Today, Bernie and her mom (who's in town for the holiday weekend) went out kayaking on the river, and I took the bike out to see how long it took me to get to work and back, which is about six or seven miles, round trip. Eighteen minutes there, nineteen back. Turns out, we live on some kind of hill or something. Who knew? Upshot is, I think I'm all good to go on the ride to work plan. Woooo! Take that, Katrina!
On that note, lots of refugees around town. I hear tell we've got a quarter of a million people from the wrecked areas come to take refuge in the wilds of Texas, including a few ten thousands here in Austin. I rode by one of the smaller shelters downtown, and there were lots of people walking around who seemed to be new in town, and most looked like they were doing pretty okay, considering. Happy not to be wallowing in mud and alligators and human filth and whatnot, I'm sure. Ran into a few folks at Amy's Ice Cream last night, too, and same story - lost everything, but still smiling. It's still looking like a nightmare out there, and there are fuckups working the rescues on every level, but it looks like at least a few people made it out more or less okay. We'll see how things go...(September 05, 2005 12:19 PM)