siblings; bike follies; people in my neighborhood

I'm two for two with my siblings - sisters, both older than I am. Strawberry Blond Sister, the eldest, wants me to remind my shrink that I'm depressed, compulsive and Aspie. Brunette Sister wants me to make sure there's nothing hormonal or otherwise physiological that might be treatable wrong with me. Eeyeah. I'm trying pretty hard not to laugh, because both of those responses are so typical of them. Some of that laughter is also relief.

Lesson: always check the tire when you replace a bike tube, even if you're positive it was a pinch flat from blowing off regular inflation. There has been a lot more broken glass around lately, and I suspect that a bit of it is poking through my brand new tube right now. I had to take the bus to work today, which leads me to a segue...

...whereby an old lady pulls up to me at the bus stop in a black Civic, full of boxes of new stuff. She's well groomed, but with bad teeth, and tells me that she's a victim of identity theft and needs money for food. I declined. Never has my urban crapometer had its needle pinned so hard out here. Ah, the east side, where even the panhandlers drive.