Right when you think you have all your patterns down some thing comes along to shake it up.
I've been proud of my early schedule lately- with the exception of the late night spent working at the bar I've been up by eight thirty and had the coffee done and showered by nine, ready for class which doesn't usually start until eleven. Morning is two slices of toast, lots of coffee and emails and then a gradual acceptance that it's time to leave the house, followed by procrastination and a jog to class. Since everything is wrapped up by four I get home around five to do some work on the motorcycle or make an attempt at homework, usually do some research on tying to find a part or just listen to a record and clean up my room, which is cleaned and becomes a mess again a few times a week. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing it to myself to keep busy.
Another part of living in Athens is factoring in the time it takes to walk places, and what the weather is like outside. Most places take about fifteen minutes form my house, I prefer to walk instead of riding a bicycle for three reasons- I like running in to people while I'm walking, it forces me to relax and the spacing of the brick streets here does not lend kindly to bicycle tires. I also need to put gears on my bike, I love the simplicity of the single speed but it just doesn't make sense here. It's nice also to be called in to a place when you're walking by, and the spring/summer/fall culture of Athens is pretty exceptional in that there are great people strolling by most of the time. It's great, the idea that you never know what you're going to get into.
The motorcycle is a project that it taking more time, money and energy than would make sense to most people. It's good to acknowledge that because that means I'm not in denial, I just love the idea of this motorcycle running and knowing that it's there, available. To be honest I can't really imagine myself riding this thing, nor can anyone else for some reason. Hm, I wonder what significance that has? It's hard not to believe in things like fate and signs when they're everywhere.
I went back to Columbus last weekend to buy some parts from Rice Paddy and ended up staying the night. It was kind-of an awful trip, so weird without Grant around and going back to the bar to visit only to realize that things have already changed a lot. Or maybe I'm the one that's changed. I do feel different here, happier, more of everything to be honest. Just more in touch with all of that. There's something in the air, or a lot that isn't in the air that floats around in Columbus, my car is always covered in pollen and I can't help but feel like that's healthy.

Late last night I sat and listened to a conversation about bee sicknesses. Something about bees being riddled with diseases and scientists not being able to pinpoint what the problem is. I've been leaving my cell phone off most of the time in fear of contributing to the problem, and I've noticed people around town being especially careful with bees that find themselves trapped indoors. I've always had a sneaking suspicion that wireless internet couldn't be good for our bodies, our wavelegnths, that kind of thing. It hasn't effected my weirdo dreamscapes though. I was so happy to have my first motorcycle dream last night.

I'm going to begin writing here more often, think it might be a good way of dealing with some adjustments that have been happening.