It’s Only 8:30!

26 Sep

The Scene:

Last night my husband, Brian, helped me put the clean sheets onto our behemoth of a bed.  After one month of not being properly made, he helped me configure my TWO down comforters and ONE cotton blanket into their rightful position (as opposed to the mountain style they were resembling this last month of summer), and we arranged our six pillows according to our liking.  My face was then washed and my teeth were brushed.  My son was taken care of and my daughter was still occupied in her nighttime French class.  My jammies were on and my blanket arranged on the couch, ready for my descent into its strawberry print lushness (a leftover from my teenage years–the coziest of blankies, especially with the warmth of the, still lingering, summer air).  After all had been arranged and accounted for, I sat back on the bedecked couch and let out a big sigh.


I had made it through another day.  It was dark outside.  Not on the brink of evening, but completely dark.  The night had come and I had made it through a full day of parenting, secretarial-ing, taxi-ing, cleaning, dog walking, spider killing, cooking, counseling, and dealing with the effects of a stiff neck.  I felt I had deserved the long sigh and the right to exhaustion, especially as it was late at night and I had been fighting the yearning for a nap since 2 in the afternoon.  Whew.  I then opened my laptop computer, and as the screen came into view so did the clock.  It read loud and clear, “8:30p.m.”

“It’s only 8:30 PM!,”  I exclaimed.  How is that even possible?  It must be wrong.  It has to be closer to midnight!!  And then it hit me…I am exhausted as if it were midnight, yet it hadn’t even hit the elementary-aged bed time hour.  Sad, sad, sad.  And so I quickly opened my “Bentrivka” portal to document my title, “It’s Only 8:30!” and then logged out because just the effort it took to even conceive that my exclamation would provide a reasonably good title for a post was the last ounce of energy within my tired mind and body.  And with that, at 8:35p.m., I sat back and allowed the mind numbing effects of television (as provided through to release me from my connections to reality.  Thank you “Hot in Cleveland”, thank you!

Moving On:

In my last post titled “Living With No”, I hinted at having more to my bicycling adventure.  This is true.  But first I will introduce you to my bike.  She is a British Raleigh circa 1970’s.  Actually, early 1970’s, and she is a folding bike.  I have seen similar photos, online, but they indicate that my lady is a Raleigh Twenty, yet my girl doesn’t bear the “Twenty” verbiage that the others seem to possess.  So who knows what she really is!  What I do know is we enjoy a few jaunts about town periodically.  This is a pastime I typically enjoy.  However, with exhaustion (emotional or physical), it is difficult to pursue even that which brings forth joy and happiness.  But I am gaining ground in this area.  As mentioned by me previously, one mili-step at a time!  Or in this case mili-pedal.

I actually have a dream of living in an area where I would not require a vehicle at all.  All of my destinations could be reached by walking or riding my bike.  I do not currently inhabit my dream town, but I do utilize this fantasy to my benefit when the time frame allows.  Such as the other day.  I had errands to run (the bank, the other bank, and the new to our town used furniture store).  If time permits, I take the back roads and travel under the freeway where the atmosphere is serene and the route runs through a historical neighborhood.  I then have to pass by the Mission.  Yes, one of father Junipero Serra’s Spanish feats and the central beacon of our city.  Several years back the Mission became a Basilica and adopted the “open door” policy (this is actually the new Mission church, not the adjacent historical-must pay to enter-attraction).  With the new policy in place, the doors are unlocked and the grand, yet very peaceful, church provides sanctuary from the bustling of the outside world.  Though I am not Catholic, I have spent many hours within the non-protestant walls.  I have appreciated the simplicity of the hand paintings and the majesty of the arched, vaulted ceilings.  More recently, for reasons I cannot fathom, a golden alter was installed.  I suppose its gaudy position and magnitude against the simple wall paintings is a reflection of the truth from its past.  Echos of the ruling empire dominating the natives with the two coexisting as one.

I do not like the alter as it is difficult to ignore.  And when I take the time to visit the Mission church I like to pretend it is a peaceful place, built with peaceful intentions, and present because it welcomes all kinds of people.  I like to ignore the truth history provides regarding the slavery of the indigenous people, and I battle the teachings I have had through my own education and from that of my children, as I approach the open door to the quiet structure.  The golden altar, in a sense, screams “Remember the truth!”  And though I do manage to find my inner quite, it now takes a bit longer for me to get there.

So my Raleigh is my accomplice in quiet adventure.  She takes me places with speed and she doesn’t say a word.  While on her seat I imagine I am riding through the streets of London, and the country sides of Europe.  I pretend I am free.  And while I am free, I am being replenished.  Which is why it is ironic that when exhaustion hits, I fight her call.

Well it is currently 5:00p.m. in the evening.  Brian is home, Esther is on her way to another nighttime class, and Cole is holed up “saving a world” in some extra-terrestrial video game.  I do believe I have a window of opportunity for a ride.  Cheerio…

11 Responses to “It’s Only 8:30!”

  1. adventures September 29, 2012 at 8:31 pm #

    Ah Rivka, I am jealous 🙂 I long to ride my Bianca Cortina once more and one day soon, I will be riding again 🙂

    • Rivka And Her Wit October 1, 2012 at 11:06 am #

      ooohhhh, now I must go and look up “Bianca Cortina”! 🙂

  2. Jillian Nance September 27, 2012 at 1:12 pm #

    You know how much I love riding my bike and it brings me joy when I hear others enjoing it as well. I don’t know why. I love riding on our bike path and there is this little stretch surrounded in trees where you can’t see the road or oil fields for a few seconds. My riding partner and I always joke that we are in Paris and riding to the Champs Elysees for lunch. Care to join us?

    • Rivka And Her Wit September 29, 2012 at 11:42 am #

      Wow, the Champs-Élysées right in your own Bakersfield backyard? I am so there!! 🙂

  3. faydanamyjake September 27, 2012 at 1:12 am #

    I love this,I used to cycle everywhere when I was at college, its such a feeling of freedom. The roads round here are a little scary now though. yes worse than the middle of a city twenty years ago. sigh
    I have never learnt to drive, I can walk into town it takes about 15-20 mins and its a lovely walk down a little country lane. Its nice but of course you have to factor in a lot more time.
    This is a great blog post, you have a lovely warm writing style and voice. Thank you for sharing 🙂

    • Rivka And Her Wit September 29, 2012 at 11:10 am #

      Thank you for the compliment and thank you for sharing about your “little country lane”. I will call upon the Master Piece Theater’s rendition of one of those–as seen in the movie, Pride and Prejudice. 🙂

      I often wish I had not learned to drive. I fantasize that it simplifies life.

      • faydanamyjake September 29, 2012 at 11:21 am #

        I am not sure its possible to function in the states not driving.The towns here are still based round a central shopping area not loads of malls, It limits where we live. I can take a bus to oxford, London and the airports if I wish so it does not limit me much but it does mean a village with a once a day bus route is out of the question.
        When the children were little I could not do half as much as other mothers and I think that was a good thing. This country lane is just ike the ones you imagine, its a walkway for people and push bikes but it does have tarmac 🙂

        • Rivka And Her Wit September 29, 2012 at 11:40 am #

          Sounds lovely, and yes–simplicity with children is a good thing! (though where I live it is a dying appreciation)

          Thank you for introducing me to colloquialisms such as “tarmac” and “push bikes”. I am feeling more British already. 😉

          • faydanamyjake September 29, 2012 at 12:04 pm #

            lol I didn’t know they were 🙂

  4. Adrienne Mannis September 26, 2012 at 5:39 pm #

    You GO GIRL!!

    • Rivka And Her Wit September 26, 2012 at 8:37 pm #

      I did! Brian and I took a quick ride and happened upon an abandoned house. We spied boomerang sliding door handles straight out of the 1950’s, still intact (but not for long). Next ride will have to include my screw driver! 🙂

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