Above are my cycling shorts that are too old, too thin, too ripped and too transparent to wear anymore. For precisely the same reason I should get rid of them, I want to keep them. I have ridden many kilometers wearing these shorts (at least 30,000 kilometers worth in this photo, likely much more) and made lots of memories. All of my Cal Cycling shorts, and most of my UCSD Cycling shorts are worn out. But they are taking up space, and I can’t imagine wearing them ever again. I intend on eventually purchasing new kits from my former cycling teams to replace these, but it won’t be the same. I am in mourning.
Now that Melissa works at home, she can see what goes on during the day at the Mesa apartments. A few days ago she saw a whole flock of these birds above come through and decided to take some photos of them. However she (and I cannot) identify them. She thinks it’s a transient, on it’s way somewhere else because it wasn’t in the San Diego bird book.
I’ve named the bird “Polly”, and I bet it wants a cracker.