All apologies!

Sorry I'm so lame. My parents are visiting, and I've been very busy lounging by the pool at their fancy hotel and taking them to all sorts of beautiful mountains and hiking trails and botanical gardens and movies and restaurants. They are napping, so here I am.

Now. I'd been considering getting a tattoo for some time. A lotus flower. On my back. I really liked the lotus flower idea, both visually and symbolically (creation, growing in the dirt, and all that.)
And I decided that since this was a new place in my life, it was a good time.
We asked around a little, and eventually, I found that Olde Town Tattoo, quite nearby, had a good rep for being scrupulously clean and safe.
I was going to be driving by it when I went to get a new battery in my watch.
So.... I went in, with my design. And I talked to Bugsy.
Bugsy.

His name was Bugsy.
He was all over it. He gave me a tour of how sterile everything was, and showed me his portfolio and all their certificates and whatnot, and decanted ink and opened new needles and all that nice stuff, and now, I am tattooed.


A word about the drawing: Betsy has this fabulous tattoo on her lower back, off to the side. And I'm really, really crazy about the line-drawing. I'm not as into tattoos with shading, and lots of color. I like them on other people. Just not on me.

So fifteen minutes leaning over the arm of a chair, and there it is.
The only part that really hurt substantially was right over my spine... the rest of it could've gone on quite a bit longer and I would've been content. Then, I went home. Without the watch battery. Alas.

Thanks, Bugsy. It's all healed up and I love it!

I'm still going to write about the bike. In... my next post. Yeah.