It started off by waking up way before the alarm at 4:40 AM about the time JMR was leaving for work. After working for the morning, I decided to ride my bike to the gym to work out. Soon I discovered the tires were very low and I couldn't find the bike pump. I rode to the gym anyway via the service station with an air machine. However, it cost 75 cents for three minutes of air. In my pockets -- nothing except a debit card. Arriving at the gym later than usual, I found my my favorite machines occupied and at that moment my reading glasses broke.
I did work out.
Heading home, I stopped for cash at a nearby ATM, and proceeded to the service station to fill up my tires. I wasn't quite sure how the pressure gauge worked but I checked the tires which said "fill to 75" whatever the measure system is. I made sure the gauge didn't go over 60 whatever-the-measure is. Very proud of my self sufficiency, which I could wave in front of JMR, I rode on into the intersection of Braddock and Rt. 123 where I had the walk signal.
There was a loud bang like I'd never heard before as trucks and cars are whizzing by. "Is someone shooting?" I thought. I looked down and my tire was flapping in the wind -- POPPED. My bike and I became walking companions.
Grace broke in when I caught up to a neighbor who was walking home from the store. Living in the same neighborhood for 4.5 years, this was the first time I ever met Jim who'd lived in North Hill since 1983. For the first time in 4.5 years, we spent fifteen sun-filled, September minutes walking together.
Grace broke in at 5:55 when I decided to stop trying to sleep and get up and work. I was done with Sunday's bulletin by 10:00 AM and had some ideas working for the sermon.
Grace broke in at the gym when I asked for a young woman's assistance with my glasses and with her good eyes and long fingernails she was able to put the little screw back in place. I worked out for 45 min. reading happily.
Grace broke in -- and -- the day's not over yet.
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