So I finally rode home my rummage sale bike today. Well, I got more than halfway home anyway. I hadn't been on a bike in a long time, but I remembered my strategy for making it down the steep Laurel Street hill and I tried to apply it, but I couldn't control the bike or slow it down so I tried to ditch on a piece of grass but I missed the grass and got the corner of the curb right in the middle of my nose so I have a big hole there now that I think will leave an ugly scar. I also have scrapes and bruises all over my face and on my hands. And I broke my glasses -- both lenses and they're expensive, being progressives and in glass -- and the bike is somewhat bent. And I bled all over my second-favorite shirt which is salt-and-pepper color with black dragonflies woven into it. I was only three blocks from home but I passed about six people on the way who didn't ask the shaky little old lady with blood all over her face if she was okay. I would have said yes, because I kind of was, but it would have been nice if they had asked, just in case.
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How are you going to manage until you get new glasses?
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Hope you heal quickly.
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