Two Boys, Two Bikes, One Pony

After getting my old commuting bike back together eventually yesterday, we got it fitted up for Euan and headed off for a run between showers this afternoon. It's been a while since we've been out together and in that time he's progressed on from his inbetweeny bike and managed to handle this full size one today without too much trouble (fell off a narrow wooden bridge once, then into some nettles, scuffed his shin a bit and the chain came off too, but all a good learning experience) over a fair few miles of road and muddy tracks. Made it back and hosed down the bikes - and Euan - just before the heavens opened again.

It was good to get back out on the saddle with the wee man. Not sure he'd agree so much at the moment though.

Opened blip up to see a notification that a friend, and one of my blip family tree branches, had reached his 1000th entry and popped over to leave a comment. Turns out he's made the decision to give it up for now, which is kind of sad but he has his reasons. It's something that's crossed my mind - more frequently recently - too, as blipfoto has evolved from it's primordial ooze and we've sprouted legs and wings and scales and fur into the diverse species of blipper that now inhabit here. Those seemingly simpler days when we bumped into the same old wobbly jellied organisms day after day in our little pond have long past and there seems a lot less interaction going on than there was back then. So some days pass with barely a nod your way, some pass with barely a reciprocal nod in any other's way, and you wonder if it's all worth the effort. Then you look back your journal a few months... a couple of years, and you realise how much is invested in here, how much of you and yours lives are a click away, and you blip another day.

Then some days are belters like today, and you take the opportunity to record a memory vividly in a matrix of pixels that are so much more than the sum of all their ones and zeros.

Blipfoto. It's that.