My eyes are gritty. All this bicycle and scooter riding in all this wind with all this pollen is making my eyelids glue together at night. It’s not pretty. I am one big mucus factory.
Yesterday I felt as if I were biking for a while in a tornado. All that pedaling for nothing. No progress. Although it probably looked spectacular…a bicycle and its rider perfectly balanced but perfectly upright and going nowhere on Eastern Avenue. I was covered with little flowers and I had a golden pollen glow by the time I finished. No amount of eye rubbing helps.
And when I said the other day that I smelled honey…well, I think I smelled the tulips our friends brought us on Easter all opening and spreading their pollen in the kitchen. Or maybe it was honey. I don’t know exactly.
Not Alice 