I have about made up my mind to own an "Ordinary" bicycle, the kind of thing known as a pennyfarthing or Highwheeler. It has taken over two years for the desire to grow and in the meantime, I'm not getting any younger; conversely, even modern editions are not getting any cheaper; the most affordable are within dish-flinging distance* of a grand and at the high end, you're getting hand-finished, high-polished and -plated art, painstakingly assembled as a superb vehicle. Me, I will not be starting at the high end but I shall still have to save up.
...There is a way to start small; I'm looking into it and will report if/when there is anything to report. One thing for sure, I shall have to join The Wheelmen. (They do allow ladies to join; we're not even required to wear corsets.)
On the notion of "meantime...." My work hours have turned pure-dee mean, of a sudden: 11 hours made for a long day, even with a nice lunch break for Turkish food with Tam (herself en route to Geeksville).
Tomorrow, a mere 5 hour day, but an even earlier start; the rest of the week will probably be all elevenses with departure just ahead of the rising sun.
The good news is, I get overtime pay! You might consider that "special money;" I usually do, and do special things with it, sock it away, apply it to the principal of my home loan, or buy fun stuff, lest I start counting on OT pay for day-to-day living. But just this once, I may think of it "'ordinary' money."
* Slightly farther than "spitting distance" and more polite -- though rather more violent. Well, it's always something.
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