the other day, we decided we wanted to take a ride up the canyon for some brunch. before we started to get ready i looked over at kramer laying there with us on the bed and realized i had forgotten to make a grooming appointment for the little guy. this was the longest, fluffiest kramer we had ever seen and with the weather warming up so much i knew he would be happier without so much hair, even though the process of getting him to that point would probably be his definition of hell. we made a quick phone call and found out they were all booked up for the day but they would call us if they had any cancelations. fifteen minutes later the phone rang and they said if we brought him in right away then they would be able to cut his hair after all. so camden took the fluffy krames down to the groomers while i stayed home to get dressed for brunch. 

when camden got back, it was getting close to 11:30 and my stomach was telling me we better get going. before we set off on the the motorcycle, camden realized he should check the air pressure in the tires (for about the 30th time this week). i waited for him to get back and when he did i thought we would finally be off to our brunch destination. once on the bike, camden notified me that we better stop for gas and promised it would be really quick. i started to think ‘oh man! we are never going to get there’ (f.y.i. the more times you think this, the more likely it becomes true i have decided). after we filled up and were back on the road i felt this was it, we would finally make it to brunch to settle our rumbling tummies. on the on-ramp to the freeway, while waiting at a light, camden turned to me and said “does the bike feel weird to you?” i said no, though i hadn’t really been paying much attention to “how the bike felt”. as the light turned green and we started to go i realized ok, yeah the bike feels weird, kind of like we are about to crash! camden pulled off to the side of the freeway to have a look at it and see if anything seemed strange or off with the structure. as far as he could tell everything looked fine so we decided to give it one more go. the moment we started to move i got this sudden flow of panic crash through my body like a wave breaks at the shore. it suddenly felt as if the back wheel was somehow going to roll off. camden pulled off to the side of the road once again as i grabbed his waist with my eyes clenched tight (it would have made more sense to keep them open now that i think about it). we hurried and got off the bike to have another look. sure enough, all the bolts holding the back wheel on were so loose you could tighten them with your fingers. camden grabbed his handy dandy tools out of the back of the bike and got to work fixing the bolts all tight. we decided we better head home and take a car just to be safe. by the time we were home it was almost one o’clock and we were both overwhelmed with hunger and tiredness. it felt like we had put so much effort trying to get to one place only to end up back at home hours later. 

at 1:45 p.m. we finally got to what was more like lunch instead of brunch and i have to say it’s amazing what a little food can do for one’s attitude. we started to talk about how lucky we were that the wheel hadn’t actually come off and that our lunch was able to happen outside, underneath a little umbrella instead of in a hospital bed. the rest of our day went quite well and we were both happy as we both felt a bit grateful our day had taken the path it did instead of a much more dreadful and painful one.