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a busy Saturday in June

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2015.06.06

This morning I:

a. Ironed all my shirts for the week ahead while The Girl played around my feet.

b. Prepared the bike trailer for The Girl's use for the first time, and mounted it on my bike for the first time.

c. Attended a surprisingly long "Bells on Danforth" with the rest of my Cycle Toronto group. We got up to Castle Frank, and from there rode all the way to Danforth Road. The combination of trailer and bike is *vastly* better than the trailer was on my previous bike. So, a silver lining to having lost that bike in the first place.

d. I then raced home and dropped off The Girl with Mari, and the trailer in the back yard.

That was just after noon. Then I:

e. Zipped across to Broadview and Queen to meet Jon in looking at some bike. I sat with Coko and asked questions.

f. Led Jon to a fair at a school on Dundas where some friends have their kids.

g. Got home, did the dishes, sorted out a few things, and had a nap with The Girl.

h. I sat down and did some research on my next studies. I might do a designation with RIMS, and study economics.

i. Then we took the family over to see some friends (this was the first weekend we've found time in three weeks, I think) and talked 'til our return cycle trip was in the dark.

j. While at their place, I took possession of my work laptop, delivered to our door by the good folks at ASK Computers downtown. The laptop was badly sick (and apparently beyond the ability of our IT team at work) but I started rebuilding it.

k. At midnight I declared it time to stop. Or rather, drop.

rand()m quote

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner