"...and self seeking will disappear."

So much has happened over the last two weeks. I am not sure where to start. If you want to read the latest update, I posted on DrunkCyclist last week.

It's not all about me anymore.

My niece, Dominic's brother's kid, moved in with us. She's about to turn 18 and can go one of two routes - down the road I went, or finish school and go to college. I enrolled her into a school near by as a senior. It's a school especially designed for displaced kids. It's a great school though. One of my peeps in recovery recommended it. The staff is amazing, and the high school is tiny. Kait LOVES it. She is so good. She sets the alarm on her phone every morning, gets up on her own, and wakes us when it's time to go. The school is about 2 miles from the house. She is playing volleyball and last night they made her varsity captain. She is thriving in this environment. Her home life went to shit when her Mom died 4 years ago, and she's been reaching out to us for 2 years.

I'll admit, the responsibility is huge and at times I buckle under the stress. But, I love the shit out of her. So does Ari. He sleeps with her every night.














The Bones investigation is over. The county prosecutor is a douche bag mother fucker and found the officer in the right for shooting our friend. We marched in protest a couple weeks ago.























Three different news channels were there.












These stickers are on the bike meter parking sign outside the coffee shop I've been working in the last few weeks.













I have been there a few weeks now, and I love it. I know most of the people who come in for coffee. In fact, this week, a guy came in and asked me if I used to live in SanFran. He remembered me from 20 years ago. Crazy shit. Told me I was "lookin' good". Sheesh, sometimes I don't know what to say to people like that.

One of my old boyfriends from 22 years ago was in town last week and he's a cyclist too. We went MTBing one day. He told me he couldn't believe I was still alive. If I had a dollar for every time someone told me that, I'd have a lot of dollars.

I've been going on a night ride on Monday night's the last few weeks called Monday Mayham. It's a fun ride with different types of people. We keep the ride pretty fast but always wait up for the slowest rider. Last week we did 43 miles and it was 11pm when I got home. I fucking love riding bikes at night.

Picture by Michael Providenti











I've been training for CX, without a CX bike. Intense intervals on my road bike, hill repeats like a madwoman, and of course running sprints uphill. My CX bike is still awaiting a makeover. I have acquired a gorgeous Easton carbon fork and this should make my ride much smoother. If only I could afford new wheels....














I am 99% sure I got The Job. The interview went well for the transitional house care coordinator position. I am meeting with the big boss lady and the rest of the staff next week. They have to make sure I can get a "jail clearance", just in case I have to pick some ladies up at the jail. This is my next journey, and I am excited.