Retiring

I’m retir­ing this week. I got a wire through my back bike tire on the way home from work last night; I was com­ing around the cor­ner of Abbey and Colum­bus at a good clip and the back tire felt fat and fish­tai­ly mak­ing the turn, so I got off, checked, and end­ed up walk­ing the last mile or so home. Took the bike in to Fridrich’s for a tune-up, recal­i­bra­tion and retir­ing. Then I zipped on over to NTB in Lake­wood [since West­own Tire would­n’t pick up the phone] and got four new tires put on my beat­er. Basi­cal­ly my car was totaled, since the cost of the tires was more than the car is worth. How­ev­er, that val­u­a­tion is based pure­ly on fun­gi­bil­i­ty. The fact that my beat­er is spa­cious and the engine runs like a dream is worth far more to me than the actu­al com­par­a­tive val­ue of the beast.

While wait­ing to retire, I ate at Dian­na’s. I could’ve walked around the cor­ner to My Friends, but I was feel­ing lazy. I’d for­got­ten how pur­ga­to­r­i­al eat­ing at Dian­na’s can be, espe­cial­ly alone. It is cer­tain­ly the low­est rung din­er in that area. To class myself up after­ward, I got a Frosty from Wendy’s across the street.