The Busy Wheel Again is Turning

And I have been too busy living my life to write about it, which is a happy circumstance.

Usually in the Fall of the year I find myself busy with:

  1. family activities (√)
  2. deadline work (√)
  3. yard work (√)
  4. reading (√)
  5. some miscellaneous time-consuming recreational activity (√)

Back in August I purchased a couple of bicycles – one for me and one for my wife.  Mine is a low-end Trek Navigator I and my wife’s bike is an Electra Townie with step-through frame.  I’ve had more fun cycling than I’ve had kayaking simply because I can cycle from my driveway whereas I’ve got to load up gear and rack the boat then drive someplace to paddle.  Pedal.  Paddle.  Odd how similar the sounds.  A couple of Sundays I’ve pedaled to worship service – not a long distance, but it feels like a longer way because I’ve got a destination in mind when I set out, as opposed to monkeying around riding through the neighborhoods hereabouts.

Last Saturday, I plug-aerated my lawn after mowing and overseeded with rye-grass for winter.  If the weatherman ever calls for rain again in these parts, I’ll spread some granulated fertilizer on the lawn.  But I’ll try to get my overlaps right to avoid the striping I achieved back in the Spring.

Saturday evening my mom came over to the house and as a family we burned hotdogs and marshmallows over a cheap ceramic “fire-pit” I picked up last year.  We ate dinner in the rebuilt sunroom at the back of the house.

These sorts of activities have taken precedence over writing about them and, although I continue to develop insight and understanding about the order of the universe around me and in which I find myself embedded, there’s just not a lot of time or energy left over to present that material here.

Trek Navigator 1 on a Sunday

My low-end Trek Navigator 1 parked in the congregational meeting place window a few Sundays ago. I've got some lights for it, now.

Day Before

Today is the day before I am scheduled to undergo shoulder surgery to remove bone spurs on my acromium, “clean up” a supraspinatus partial thickness tear, and possibly fix muscle to bone should that appear necessary.  With a titanium screw.  Won’t exactly make me a cyborg, but I’ll relate a little better than I already do to Marvel Comics character Cable.  Blood and Metal limited series drawn by John Romita, Sr., has always been a favorite.

I have been working hard in the new house to get junk hauled off that the previous owners left, empty and break down boxes, remove the old boxes, clean and reorder shed and storage rooms, as well as attic and garage.  Yesterday picked up sticks, ran the line-trimmer, mowed, cleared off the debris with a leaf-blower.  I’m trying to get as much done as possible while I still have use of both arms.  Unsure whether I’ll be able tie my own shoes come Thursday.

The shoulder pain has been chronic for some time now, and of late has been growing worse.  I am disappointed the painful cortisone injection, short-term narcotics therapy, and  rather pleasant, longer-term physical therapy were all in their own ways ineffective.

Dunno yet how long I’ll be off work.  Ugh.

Calling for Thunderstorms

The National Weather Service was calling for thunderstorms in the vicinity of Stepford today, so my wife suggested I stay home with her and Squally-Boy. Drove to the hardware store this morning to buy four metric bolts and some washers to use when installing back-bands in the RZ9-96, bought a small bottle of Gorilla Glue for one of the small antique Klepper paddles that came with the antique Klepper sail-rig I’ve got, and some cheap garden gloves.

On the way home I remembered Jack-And-The-Beanstalk, so I stopped at a used car lot and inspected the 1989 Ford Econoline Falcon van conversion with matching trailer I’ve admired for two or three months. The lot’s trying to sell it for a retired Marine Corps pilot. The ultimate car-camping machine – stove, refrigerator, sink, toilet, standing room, loft bed above the front seats, and a bed in back, awning, generator, big air conditioner on the roof so you can sleep cool. With today’s gas prices, the old gentleman will be lucky to sell it, although it looks in good condition. I didn’t buy it.

Back home and moved a pile of bricks left behind after the decrepit red shed was torn down and removed.

Mowed for the third time this season, then ran the line-trimmer. Although the buttercups are no longer in bloom, a number of other things are. With the exception of small violets, equally small yellow somethings, dandelions, and the buttercups, nearly everything in the yard blooms white.

Something pink was blooming in the front yard. I snapped a picture of it, however it didn’t turn out well. I’m disappointed I got the focus wrong on the rightmost picture above. My wife said she saw rabbits in the yard during February and early March, so this year I will refrain from spreading pesticide to kill the grubs that feed the moles that tunnel the earth beneath the yard that I must mow. I was surprised when she said she’d seen the rabbits, because on walks I have seen red foxes, and I’m not sure what, but some predator has been keeping the squirrel population down – hardly see them hereabouts.

After the yard work, I assembled the Einer-68 preparatory to mounting atop my car for the first time. Its frame is beautifully symmetric, and it seems a shame to cover it with the worn and faded skin that makes a kayak of it. The PVC hull is supple in the warmer weather, therefore easier to handle. I’m planning to keep the boat assembled in order to facilitate impromptu paddles, because I’m more likely to use the boat of an afternoon or early morning if I don’t have to spend full 50 minutes assembling and rigging it.

Ralph Hoehn suggested this boat doesn’t require a cradle or foam blocks arrangement for cartopping, so I cinched it down with straps that came with the Folbot cart I bought for the Square-Stern I mentioned in my previous post (it didn’t work with that boat, but we sometimes use it with the RZ-96). Also tried out the Yakima bow and stern tie-downs I purchased week before last. Everything seemed to work, and I drove out to Woods Reservoir to see how the silver car handled with a boat on the roof as opposed to in the trunk. Noticed slight difference in handling and pickup, but nothing much. On a windy day, handling may be more severely affected.

Maybe I’ll paddle tomorrow afternoon; the National Weather Service is calling for thunderstorms again. It never did storm today, only a light rain fell around 7:00 am.