Frustrating Day

I'm not sure whether it makes more sense to write about today, which was exceptionally frustrating, including getting screamed at for two blocks by a fellow cyclist who said I cut her off.  (I mean, I did cut in front of her, though I don't think we were as close to crashing as she claimed (or rather screamed).  I don't need to go on Am I the Asshole to find out I was mostly in the wrong (or rather entirely in the wrong but there were extenuating circumstances, namely trying to avoid being hit by a car since I was in the middle lane and not on the far right where drivers expect to see bikes), but that reaction was still so over the top that I'm ultimately going to dismiss her as a kook.)  Or just try to dismiss the whole day as essentially a fever dream.  The second option is probably healthier...

Still, I might as well touch on the many non-work frustrations.  I found out that it is likely to rain tomorrow, which would make going to see Romeo & Juliet in High Park an absolute drag.  I called the box office, first to find out when they would announce it if the show was going to be cancelled, and the guy at the box office was dismissive and rude.  I should have just insisted that as a subscriber, I should be able to switch to Thurs.  I think this is absolutely the last season I bother with Shakespeare in High Park as it is a huge hassle to get there, it is uncomfortable and honestly the productions aren't really that magical.  Indeed, if I am not feeling any better tomorrow (and I likely won't) I may just eat the ticket and forgo the show entirely (and see Tarkovsky's Solaris instead which is certainly more appealing at this point).

I had noticed that my main pair of jeans had a rip in them, and I was going to try to deal with it in the evening.  However, riding my bike (all the way out to Roncy!) ended up widening the rip to the point I'm not really sure I can repair them, and I don't even know what jeans I can wear tomorrow.  So this is a huge drag.

I was going out to The Revue to see Varda's Le Bonheur, which I didn't care much for.  At heart, I can't really shake my Puritanical tendencies and can't get behind a movie where the main protagonist is basically a shit, driving his wife to suicide (after he tells her he has been unfaithful to her), and then he just starts over again with his mistress who agrees to join his family and take care of his children.  So it all works out for him swimmingly, even though he had wanted and half-expected to have his wife while still eating out his mistress...  There are a few interesting films coming to The Revue in Sept., so I'll have to decide if I want to keep coming out there (and with each one regretting not getting the annual membership).  Getting there isn't so bad, but then I usually regret it on the long bike ride home... 

I guess that is probably enough venting for now.  Hopefully things will seem better in the morning (if I can even figure out something to wear).