Today I was asked to cover a New America Media teleconference on Deferred Action on Childhood Entry, which is a new law that means children who were brought here illegally, i.e. through no choice of their own, can claim a two year deferment on possible deportation. If they are successful they can then apply for college or a work permit, something that they cannot currently do. I had to have the phone tucked under one ear and type down what people said; quotes, stats, opinions, whilst listening. I am not fast enough at typing for this, my document has so many red lines on it that it looked as though I’d been smashing my fists into the keyboard.
After work I took my bicycle back to the shop where I’d bought it so that they could buy it back from me. Disaster struck on my way there and I fell off my bike onto my hands and knees. I had been trying to turn left when I wasn’t meant to and had got my tyre stuck in the tram tracks. I wasn’t hurt apart from a bruise on my knee and a few scratches on my hands but it was pretty spectacular, right on the main street, in front of a fire engine coming up behind me. Serves me right for trying to cycle where I wasn’t meant to. I felt like a little kid who’d skidded off their bike and wanted their mummy.
I got $140 back for my bike and accessories, about half what I paid, including a $100 bill.
I went back for a second serving of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread, very satisfying but maybe not a great idea 45 minutes before Tuesday Yoga. I also realised that knees and hands are the most unfortunate places to have bruises when doing yoga.
Bad news from the fitness centre; they no longer do long course swimming. Just as I had discovered the joys of 50m swimming I am reduced to a puny 25m option. The trials of life.
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