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street legal and sick as a dog ~ October 28, 2001 - 9:44 p.m. yeah, I've been out of touch for a bit. I got really sick this week, so I've been spending as much time on the couch as I can. considering that, a lot's actually happened. monday, tuesday, and wednesday, I had motorcycle class. that's somewhat responsible for me getting deathly ill, sadly-- the classes on tuesday and wednesday started at 7:30 a.m. seriously. which meant that Kelly had to drag her ass out of bed at 6 a.m. now, I know that those of you who go to work in offices every day are just like, yeah, whatever-- but it threw my whole system out of sync. my body likes nine or ten hours of sleep a night. I got five hours, three nights in a row, and then I got sick as a dog. NOT before I finished my class and got my motorcycle permit. I am now officially street legal-- and as soon as they send me the certificate from the class, I can go down to the dmv and get my license for real. the day after I got my permit, I rode on the street for the first time-- in the class, you do everything on a range. OH MY GOD. it's just as amazing as I always thought it would be. as amazing as it always felt in my dreams-- where I'd find myself riding a motorcycle and think "hey, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle"-- and then I'd just push that thought out of my head so I could keep on riding. and yes, it does make you feel like a badass. no longer the babe on the back of the bike. my first day, we rode highway nine down to the blue sun-- which was quite an adventure. I've driven that stretch of road hundreds of times in my various cars, but it's a whole different animal on a bike. I rode like a granny, and ozone stayed behind me to keep an eye on me. he said I did well for my first day, and better than he did his first time on nine. I'm taking it pretty slow, I haven't been on the freeway yet. but damn I love to ride. so then I got deathly ill-- and the next day we actually went to look at some property for sale in boulder creek. it was amazing, just almost exactly what we're looking for. of course, neither of us have jobs, but what the hell... that'll happen. I have a feeling it'll be on the market for a while, since there's no septic system. details, details... and then last night we went to a reclaiming sound event up in the city... a lovely gathering of pagans. I lay down with my head in ozone's lap for a lot of the invocations and blessings in the first part, but then it was time for the spiral dance. thousands of people, linked hand to hand, dancing, spiraling our way to the center of the circle and back, people in costumes and capes, glitter and feathers, laughing, whirling, grinning... it was beautiful, really. and sometimes there were traffic jams and sometimes we stepped on eachother's toes, but we were all there and all believing in the possibility of a world better than the one we've been shown, all connected to each other and the earth which birthed us. let it begin with each step we take... it was just what I needed. today I am exhausted and ozone is depressed and I am quiet and sad and watching too much tv. but I am also knowing that good things are happening. I am believing in it. I rode my motorcycle to the farmer's market today. believing. good things. beginnings.
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