“Hey, dear. Do you have any lust for a new bike? I asked.
“What?” he asked.
“Do you have any lust for a new bike?”
“No,” he said.
“Oh,” I said. “Well, could I show you this bike, and see if I can kindle lust?”
“Yeah,” he said. He was half-asleep and not very energetic yet, still waking up.
“You like having a junky bike that no one wants to steal,” I said, hazarding a guess.
“Yeah,” he said.
the bike
I showed him the bike–a 1991 Cannondale touring bike for $300 in a craigslist advert.
He stared at the picture for a while and read the ad. “That is a nice bike,” Ming said.
“Did I kindle lust?” I asked.
“I like the racks in the back and the front,” he said.
“I thought you would,” I said.
“It’s nowhere near us,” he said. We had just arrived in Oregon the night before. The advert was for a bike in Oakland, California.
“Right,” I said. “It would be for when we live in San Francisco. If we do live in San Francisco.”
San Francisco
We have been in conversation with a housing co-op in San Francisco for months! They move slow as molasses!
Ironically, when Ming and I were in San Francisco for our dinner interview with said housing co-op, we stopped by Rainbow Grocery, which may be my favorite grocery store on earth. It’s a worker-owned co-op from before I was born! And they had my dream come true– blackstrap molasses in bulk.
It’s funny, because a few weeks before, Ming and I visited a grocery store in Ojai, and I was lamenting that I wanted blackstrap molasses, but not a huge jar. I wanted just a few ounces.
I need more iron for my cell health, so I was trying to think of iron rich foods that I enjoyed when I was severely anemic years back, after my ulcer bleed. Blackstrap molasses was recommended to me by an elder artist witch friend as an anemia remedy from the old country.
Sorry my story is getting very convoluted. Housing co-op in San Francisco, artist witch health advice, Rainbow Grocery bulk blackstrap molasses. Then the present moment we’re in Oregon, cooking amaranth for our second breakfast.
bikes
“Oh yeah, they have too many bikes,” I said. When we toured the housing co-op on Tuesday, we saw the basement has about ten bikes in it. Wow! “We should make a community bingo card. ‘More bikes than people’ should be on it,” I said.
Ming smiled. “Half broken bikes!” I added.
We laughed. Anyway, in case you would like to see me, my lust for molasses at the bulk bliss. Molasses is slow as molasses.
