10/23/2005 10:23:00 PM
As opposed to focusing on the actual tasks that needed doing this weekend (read: moving furniture so it doesn't get rotten in the event of yet another flood, cleaning up the filth in the yard, buying a new electric can opener and so forth) we flittered away our attentions on getting me a new bike. It's an Eaton Road King from 1966. Although initially I had planned on just getting a new bike seat, the project has blossomed into various parts of it in a variety of states (primed, stripped and so forth) strewn around my house, hanging from light fixtures and gracing my work clothes pile. The absurdity of it all struck me. All I wanted was to maybe put on a new seat since the old one was pretty beat up. The crappy spray paint job was fine with me... Why is it that every time we get a simple idea, it turns into a mammoth project that is a bitch to finish? For people whose momentum always dies a quick death, we sure do take on momentous tasks.

I shouldn't whine though, husband is doing all of the labour, and he really is excited.

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