The Wrong Decision

About 6 weeks ago, I lost my sunglasses.

It was shitty, because prescription sunglasses are expensive. But they were well and truly gone, and I am too old to be squinting my increasingly creasing face up into the sun. So I got new ones, and they're very cute. I picked them up, pronounced myself happy to the nice glasses lady, and went back outside to hop on my bike and head back home.

I put my helmet on my head, and the back doohickey pressed into the ends of the arms and nearly popped my expensive new glasses off my face and onto the ground. I fussed and fiddled and I managed to find a decent balance, but it didn't last long and I spent the 10 minute ride pushing my sunglasses uselessly up my face.

Not so happy, maybe.

I've been kind of making do since then, wearing glasses/no helmet mostly, occasionally trying both and getting too irritated every time.

Today was really a day for both, but I could not stomach the thought of worrying my glasses back up my nose every 30 seconds, or worse, having them fall off my face and having to buy new ones.

But it was bright, I was heading out on Shelley's fast bike and I was gonna be out for a while. I didn't want to miss it. The afternoon was perfect for me. Not too hot, just enough humidity to raise the fecund smells up out of the grass and off the river.

I weighed the pros and cons of no-helmet vs. no-glasses. Could I do no helmet? Yes, but. Could I do no glasses? I didn't actually know. In the end, I decided that I didn't really need to see all that well to bike for 45 minutes, and I would wear my cheapie sunglasses that fit better under my helmet.

Ahem.

Considering that I almost fell down the Primrose steps as I was carrying the bike down and then actually ran into someone (their fault, but I didn't see it coming) on the way back, I would say that it was a bad idea.

Not a terrible idea, since the worst thing that happened was that I cursed at an old lady, but goddamn, I almost really needed that helmet.