They say a picture paints a thousand words.
Pictures also paint a thousand lies.
It was so tempting to write a post about my idyllic Sunday bike riding around Narrabeen Lakes, eating fish and chips by the water and wandering along the beach at dusk.
But that would only tell half the story.
The nice, picture-perfect half.
The truth, on the other hand, was that I spent a large chunk of the morning in tears.
I’d organised to meet DD at Narrabeen Lakes for a bike ride. Or at least I thought I had. I was totally convinced that we’d picked a location, a time, a place to meet …
I arrived, no DD.
I waited about 15 minutes, then sent a message telling him to let me know when he arrived in the carpark.
I waited 15 minutes more.
I finally got a panicked phone call from DD saying he thought I was meeting him at his place.
WHY would I do THAT? I wailed When we were cycling at Narrabeen?
The only problem was that he didn’t know that bit. He thought I was driving to his place, then we might catch a ferry and go cycling on the Central Coast.
We hadn’t quite communicated any of that to each other.
At the sound of my distress he bundled himself into his car and bolted to meet me, forgetting to even throw shoes in the back for cycling.
While I waited and sniffled, I trawled back through my texts to him from the previous night and found one I wrote alluding to meeting in “the carpark.”
Feeling vindicated, I had another little self-pitying weep as I waited for him to arrived.
Poor, abandoned me!
An hour after our scheduled meeting time he pulled into the carpark. My bottom lip was very jutty.
I pouted on and off around most of the lake, which is a pity because it’s a gorgeous part of the world.
At some point, it finally sank in that the words “Narrabeen Lakes” had never actually been typed into either of our phones.
I meekly apologised and we shared a fish and chips by the water. But it was still a bit dusty between us.
It’s been a rocky week for me AND I have PMT, which is a nasty, nasty combo.
DD has been insanely busy at work and could probably do without a Fruit Loop redhead losing her shite on a Sunday morning.
I need more resilience. I wish they sold it at my local $2 shop, I’d snap up all their stock.
I get so buffeted by the slings and arrows of life, even when they only graze me.
Is April too late for resolutions?
In the meantime, take a look at my “happy” snaps …
Song of the day: Little Heroes “One perfect day”