uh,...sorry, I kinda feel crapped out after a disastrous bike ride earlier.
I walked, with my bike on my shoulder, a kilometer into overgrown farmers fields and ended up turning back and retracing my steps along the muddy ATV path (
you can see the ATV path extending through the woods from Rose-Marie Ave) when the sun came down. I kept thinking I could see deer through the thickets, and I do believe I heard one as I was leaving, but mostly I only saw their tracks which were everywhere. I don't usually think of Montreal as an island that has wildlife apart from skunks, raccoons, squirrels, pigeons, and other urban critters.
Oh, and then after beginning to bike home I realized my watch was no longer on my wrist. I biked back (several kilometers), against traffic, along Gouin Ouest (which is scary highway speeds country road) combing the pavement with my eyes. I returned to Rose Marie just in time for the Sun to disappear from the sky. There was no way I was going in (it was creepy enough in the dusk) and there was no way I would find it, anyway. I did not want to come back but not knowing where it was would drive me into mini depression that I did not need and so I would return. However, as I stood there at the top of the ATV path, I asked myself,
"Why, given my terrible luck over this years, which has seemed to side with the remotest of possibilities, could this not be a time when fluke luck smiled upon me, and the band of my watch snapped when I dug into my knapsack for a piece of gum?"
And with that I reached into my knapsack...to find my watch. Its strap was broken.
I had no way of knowing it was broken - in fact, it would have been likely that it loosened and simply slipped off, but there it was as I had just
mind atomed.
It was a cool moment and I was somewhat more weirded out more than I was relieved.
I just biked home.
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