good morning

the stamp pass

There was that meme a while back about “what 3 words would you say to your 18 year old self” and I couldn’t think of anything that would have helped me personally in just three words but now I feel like “get involved” would have been good

I’m so angry at myself that I let a sense of political cynicism as well as personal laziness keep me from getting involved in anything before I was working 50+ hours a week and had a kid

the ride was really cool; we cut out after about 45 minutes when Isabel suddenly went DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD and we pulled off of the main group and I was like “what’s wrong, is everything okay?” and she was like “can I have the second half of my fig bar”

No pictures of the ride for Reasons but here’s the bike with the signs still on afterwards!

A thing that was unexpectedly touching was biking down Flatbush Avenue chanting “Black lives matter” and people on the sidewalk are not only chanting with us, they’re cheering and dancing. Nurses, two little boys sticking out the sunroof of a minivan

After Isabel ate her fig bar, before I got back on the bike to bring us home, I asked her how the ride made her feel, and she said, “It makes me feel kind of angry,” and I said, “oh? Were you angry at me?”

and she said no and paused a second and then said, in the perfect chant singsong, “Black lives ma-tter.”

before the ride started we were waiting on the plaza and Isabel asked to get down from the bike and started dancing to the drums, just, like, spinning around on her own, VERY bonnaroo