The other day I carried a Madeleine Tea Party set down to Heather’s house for her daughter. I giggled a little bit inside as I walked through the Greenwood ‘hood and wondered what people made of the 30-year-old going to a tea party. I thought about saying, “That’s right. I have a tea party date with Penny D!”
A few days later I found a magnetic board I had set aside for a co-worker’s daughter. I’d see the co-worker at work. I could give it to her there, but that would require carrying it on a really packed commuter bus. I decided not to do it. Luckily, Riki was free to drive me home and pick it up (and a huge pile of leftovers for the Goodwill. Thanks, Riki!).
Today I have to hike down to another friend’s place with a bag of kitchen stuff for him. I’m just getting ready for all the wonky things I’ll be carrying around New York City when I arrive. I’m sure no one will even bat an eye. They’ve all been there, too.
When I was in Copenhagen, Denmark in 2010, I marveled at the things people carried on their bikes! Bicycles are the main form of transportation there. Most had your standard bike, many with baskets, but you could rent (or buy, I suppose) bikes with a huge bin out front. Think a grocery store shopping cart attached to a bike. I saw Danes moving building materials, household items, groceries and children in those bins. Most impressive was an evergreen tree ready to be replanted.
Time for me to get dressed and take my knife block and cooling rack for a walk.
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