Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Spring has sprung!

March 18th - March 23rd

Monday (3 + 2) - Hip/Hamstring was really cranky, no point in making it more angry by running.  It seemed to loosen up a bit walking.    We took Jax to Burlingame for a quick hike.   We were out before sunset, trying to change our trouble making ways.  HA HA


Tuesday (3 + 1) - Elliptical and Booty Core #19. Still feeling off and the elliptical makes me dizzy, that didn't really help.  It was nice to catch up with Mikey, Erik, and Sarah.  Jax protected me while I walked to the library to return a book.  It shouldn't take an hour to walk a mile, but he has to smell everything and protest how much he hates in-town walks.  We found $5, maybe there won't be any dogs at Grey Sail and I can have a pint and he can have a couple cookies.  We can break the walk in the mile to the brewery and a mile home from the brewery.  

I can't tell if he is comfortable or not.
He always seems to be wistfully looking out the window.

Wednesday (5 ) - Hip felt fine when I woke up and as the morning progressed, so I ran.  It was beautiful outside, sunny, 40F with a breeze from the South.  I did the work loop clock-stupid so I fought the wind from the start, but it was at my back for the part I don't like.  

Pretty Mushroom

Thursday (2) - Elliptical and Booty Core #20.   Dr. Done and Wee Brit had a joint retirement party; I will miss them.  I was quite surprised when Wee Brit said he was sorry for the 'rough years'.  Frankly, I am glad he took me under his wing more than a dozen years ago.  I could have done without Hipster Douffus but that's only a conversation with Jackass.  Glad he's not retiring, I have at least 4 more years with Jackass (Kid #4 starts college next year), it is going to be super quiet around here starting in April.  

This is is "Scratch my back" pose

Friday (3) -  The cold rain was not very motivating, I couldn't inspire myself to run.  Jax and I went to TriTown Forest for a hike.  We went off the marked trails, that was fun.  There are lots of old farm roads in that property.  

King of the Ledge

Saturday (3) - Jax got both his Peeps out for a hike in Burlingame north and was happy about that.   The peepers are out, except they sound weird.  Anyone else notice this?  More throaty or bassy something like that.   I slept most of the day, of course it is finally nice out and the beast decides to rear it's ugly head.  Goddamnit.  I did get some knitting done.

Just a few flakes

Sunday (2) -  More sleeping interspersed with some laundry and knitting.  Took Jax to Bradford Preserve to hike those super easy trails.  He was thrilled to have the big field to run around in and did his best to entertain us.  I guess it has been a while since he's just been able to run in circles, in a big open space.  We both for get about that going from the car to the trail head and then back to the car, sometimes a dog just needs an open space to run around in circles.

Dave the "Super Stud" Texting his friend he got the waitresses phone number.
He took a picture of her with our beers to send to a friend.

While my hip was a bastard on Monday, it ended the week being fine, hopefully I'm not jinxing myself acknowledging the lack of pain after so many months of pain to a dull ache...  

Not sure what is going on with the beast inside me, but by the time Monday night rolled around I felt more normal.  But then again I'm not sure what normal is... I'm probably overthinking everything.

Beth, one day at a time.

Monday, March 18, 2019

Reality bites

3/11/2019 - 3/17/2019

Monday (5) - Ugh that was a tough run, I'm happy I continued to slog through it and not give up.

Tuesday (3) - Walk outside at lunch and Booty Core #18.  Felt good to have some sun, the wind was stronger than Monday, but so was the sun.

Frisco Pier, Hatteras, November 2011
Wednesday (5) - I felt off all morning, the run helped.  Low wind, nice sun. 32 nip bottles.  I needed a distraction to keep me running I had to find the next bottle.

Marriage explained.

Thursday (2 + 2) - Elliptical with Mikey and the crew and Booty Core #18 and then Amy.  Dave went for a ride so I got to take Jax out for his hike!  Yeah!  Some time in the woods with the weirdest dog in the world is a good antidote. Someone was parked at the start of the Giz Loop (my name for it because that is where I used to take Gizzy) so we went to the North side of Burlingame.  Figured we could walk the road, then I thought oh, wonder if I can find the connector trail to Jonny's. I was a little early on my turn and found the connector trail back to Buckeye Brook.  I also found the start of  Sammy C as well as the Pound at the beginning of Lenny Lane.  Jax enjoyed the mix of trail and hard top.  We ran across Dave in our travels, Jax was so sad when he biked off.  He wanted us all to be together.  While the hike was shorter than I planned it was an adventure and it was nice to be outside in only a wool sweater, no coat, hats, or gloves!  (yes I had on pants and shoes, ha ha ha)

A cute mountain biker left me a branch!

Friday (3 + 3) - 5k run at lunch, zombie run really.  I was completely on autopilot and did a 0:30 walk 6:00 run because running 1/2 mile at a time seemed easier than running the full 5K.  It worked, I got through it and thought maybe when I got to Eastern Point I'd feel like going to Avery Point.  Nope.  Instead, I was overcome with emotion with people welcoming home U.S.S. Providence (SSN-719).  There are days I hate estrogen, and today was one of them. Bloody hell...  ha ha ha...

Woo Hoo
He ran up and down that ramp on Secret Trail (or was it Sammy C's) a few times.

We took Jax out for a hike that was almost thwarted by a microburst, but the rain subsided as quickly as it arrived and we continued on.  It was 50F, we were all a little warm, Jax was no exception, he doesn't like it much above 50.  Fortunately, the streams and creeks are flowing so he could cool his paws, and have a drink.

Saturday (3) - Early morning for Dave so it was an early morning for all of us.  I thought maybe I'd go for a bike ride but that never happened.  I took Jax on a hike to Hoffman Evergreen Preserve.  As we were entering a family with a dog was leaving and there was only one entry point so we had the place to our selves at least for the time being and our walk into the preserve.   Then I noticed there were lots of blue blazes on the blue blazed trail and they weren't in any sort of order.  Oh, must be this is what the sign about the tree cutting is about.  Ok....  well, it was a sea of blue blazes with medium worn in trail.  Fortunately, Jax doesn't need blazes, he needs a smell to follow and had one.  Mostly this was ok, there was one point where what may have been a trail was waterlogged and blue blazed hither and yon, I threw up my arms and he threw up his paws and we two and four paw drove it till we found what looked like an actual trail.  We probably won't go back, it wasn't all that great, I am curious to see it after they clear the marked for cutting trees.

Yes, I know they are marked for removal (the ones for removal also have blue at the bottom). 
The look on Jax's face was WTF.

Sunday (2) - I got up, struggled and staggered around for a while and ended up back on the couch for I think it was a 3-hour nap.  One of those where you feel like you are paralyzed.  OMG, my body was desperately in need of sleep and recovery, and I was clearly ignoring it.  It won.

How he rides in the back seat of Dave's truck. 
So very serious.

Dave got back from his ride and we took Jax to Riverwood and wandered and goofed around.  Jax enjoys having both his peeps together and was really entertaining!


Finished the Rusty Nail sweater, I have yet to seal up the armpits, but it's done and it is beautiful and I am very pleased.  Now to stitch the pits and wash it and hope I'm still thrilled with my abilities.

Now I'm into choches, the first is very cute, and started a second when I realized I didn't read the pattern correctly!  Hats are fun and quick and my hands do not like being idle.  I'll find a model for the Cloche... oh wait I should do a selfie, I still actually exist despite the constant Jax pictures, he looks good, I don't feel like I do, so why scare everyone?


"Coal:  A Human History"
by: Barbara Freese

Status:  Finished

Without coal where would we be? With coal where are we? Tough topic tackled by an Environmental Attorney. It is hard to hate and loathe something that has brought us so far into civilization, yet, a vast majority of us do and continue to as we read by our electric lamps and drive our electric cars fueled by coal. Quite the conundrum.

A week where I needed to listen to my body screaming at me to take a break and I ignored it.  I can't do 1/2 of what I used to be able to do and that is so fucking frustrating.

Beth, hating the reality of her health.

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Wrestling with Pigs

3/4/2019 - 3/10/2019

Monday (3 + 2) - 20 steps into my run and I said fuck it.  I wasn't in the mood.  About 3/4 of a mile in I spy Pammy and ask if we could walk together, her usual walking buddy wasn't with her.  She said, "I'm walking, NOT running."  I said, "Yep, I threw in the towel before I even got 1/4 a mile from the gate."   We enjoyed crabbing about this and that and getting some fresh air and sunshine.

Sunset on East Beach in Charlestown, RI

I got a cyst drained from my eyelid and was home a little early from work.  (happy to have that thing gone, it was annoying, now I can post more selfies, not) The snow is mashed potato consistency so a hike wouldn't have been all that great.  We took Jax to East Beach, no snow between the water and the high tide mark.  I was stunned at how horrible the wooded area between the pond and the ocean looked.  Hurricane Irene (2011) and Super Storm Sandy (2012) are the likely culprits.  The trees used to block the wind, now you can see the pond.  Crazy.   Jax was a good dog, again, amazing.  Even with the temptation of a Jeep to chase on the beach.  We could see the gears spinning in his head, do I risk it to have some fun or not.

Tuesday (2) - Quick on the elliptical and most of BC#20 (Bridge, clamshell, back kicks - all with the band) and 15 minutes with Amy breaking apart scar tissue on the right hip.  Funny, that was the one I injured a few years ago, and it is doing well.  Probably all the focus on that on the left got left behind (ha ha) and now I'm paying for that.

Once upon a time, there were lots of trees back there.  Now you can see Ninigret Pond
East Beach, Charlestown, RI

I didn't get home till after 7, Jax was going bananas.  One day dude, one day, you can't take a break?  No.  The face he gave me was clear, No. Navigating the patchwork of un-shoveled sidewalks seemed like a dangerous option.  Clearly sneaking into the woods less than a week after getting busted was probably a bad idea.  Jax, being the problem solver he is, brought over a tug o'war toy and shoved it at me.  Ok, sure.  We did that for a solid 20 minutes.  I was amazed, usually, that game lasts for 5 minutes.  Boxers have pretty strong jaws and some serious strength shaking their head.  He definitely can pull me around if he wanted to.  Mostly he wanted to shake the crap out of my arms at the other end of the toy.  Knock yourself out there, rockstar.

Wednesday (5) - Hill day with Ro, but Ro is in Colorado... the wind is icy cold from the NW, 9 mph steady state.  The Hill Loop would be the appropriate direction, it starts out going North, I went out that way, and again, un-shoveled sidewalks forced me into traffic. I thought I could run down to the park and then back along the river.  I wound my way on to a side street and to the Hill Loop and did most of it, and cut through the middle, to get out of the wind.  Even with it at my back coming off the river, it was going to be too icy.  South down the middle on Monument was perfect, the houses blocked the West wind and the sun was shining so strong it was almost like a nice fall run.  The cold and the wind are exhausting to run in, for sure.  It was nice to get some Vitamin D!

As I was running down Monument I thought, about a friend working on running all the streets where he lives.  Much like what Muddy did a few years ago. Seems like that might be a fun goal for my meandering runs, I run 1) because I can 2) so I don't end up in HR 3) beer.  I'm lacking in meaningless metrics this year.

Then I remembered someone posted something about City Strides keeping track of where you ran.  So I dredged up this:

Good grief in the however long I've been keeping track of this crap on Strava, I have managed some variety.  I have a few streets left to set foot on.  I couldn't figure out how to just see a certain time period, like where I've run in 2019 or 2018.

Then I scanned over and found my "favorite" run, the one where I missed a turn on the Nooseneck 18K course, got really lost and disorientated the first day of fishing season and a DEM officer drove me back to my car.

See where the purple line ends up at the top?  That's where I flagged down the DEM officer and they drove me the few miles back to my car on that same road.
It was maybe 3 miles I was done done done with that run and so happy to not have to get back to my car under my own power.
Big River is the squiggly mess on the right.
Thursday (3) - Have to say I was cold for a long time after yesterdays run.  Today was colder and I was happy it was an inside day.    The elliptical has programs you can do for different courses or workouts.  That helps keep some variety.  Crimetown is on the Coleman Young days in Detroit and the after-hours bars.  Interesting enough to keep my mind occupied to not notice 30 minutes on a machine.

Showing off his surgery scars.  Right leg (reassembled after he was run over) & Belly (righting a flipped stomach) & Left leg some odd growth.
He was enjoying himself rolling around and being goofy.

We ended up with him as an owner surrender (their option to running over him as an 8-month-old puppy was to put him down)
Booty Core day #20, it is a good one.  I am certain this is helping with my stability and strength in my hips.  That and Amy going after the bound up scar tissue with her pointy elbows.  Sometimes I feel like I owe her dinner after she finishes.  ha ha ha

Friday (5 + 2) - Nice sunny run.  I ran 4.5 miles before I took a break.  Maybe I can manage to finish Dirty Girl in May?  My confidence is shot.

Part of my job requires me to take shit from the general public.  Well not really but that is what it amounts to.  Today was particularly a tough day in that regard.  It is hard to not react, viscerally lash out.  How a person treats someone they don't know really shows a lot about their character or their level of maturity?  I'm not really sure, maybe a bit of both?  Yes, you can be mad at a situation, but is it really that person at the other end's fault?  Do they truly deserve to be treated in such a manner?  I doubt it.

SO very windy.  Gums and ears a flapping!

I take a deep breath and pretend I am reading the comments section in the newspaper or Facebook. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't.  It isn't personally directed at me, but damn it sure feels like it.  Maybe I am "going to rot in hell" or "a stupid twat who couldn't find her ass with both hands." Could go either way.  I have so many replies zooming around in my head.  None are allowed out to play.

I thought about that on my run and about a person from the past who contacted me via the Facebook machine who was just as vile as the Emails.  For fucks sake.

Maybe I'm being uber sensitive as yesterday was the anniversary of Gus' death.

This was my first trip to the beach with him. 
The trip I discovered the name he came to us with "Gustoff" was not what he responded to. 
We weren't sure if he was deaf or defiant.
I uttered a simple "Gus" and he followed me, paid attention, and we bonded.
Dave had to take him out for french fries before they bonded.  I still remember pulling up next to them watching Dave feed Gus a fry and then eat one.  They were pretty tight after that.

I left work early and crawled on the couch for a nap.  They seem to cure most of the ails of the world.  Dave and I took Jax to East Beach, the trails are a frozen mess, thankfully we have the beach as an option.  The wind was strong from the south, really strong, and it pushed us out a mile and we fought the mile back.  It would have been a good day to go to Napatree and fight the mile and a half out to the point and let the wind carry us back to the car.  But probably lots of other people had the same idea.  It is nice to just let the crazy boy run and be the crazy boy.

Saturday (2) - Beautiful sunny day, We got a lot done in the house and took the crazy dog to Burlingame to slog on the half-melted trails.  The trails were frozen solid all week and now a mushy mess.  It was good to have the sun.

He is a riot, even sacked out.

Sunday (1) - Horrible snow/sleet/rain day.  I got a lot of knitting done and we took Jax out to the beach just before sunset, it was a foggy disgusting mess.

His odd gait cracks me up.
That and getting his attention makes him look around to find out why I'm trying to get his attention. 
He is sure there is trouble afoot!


by Ron Chernow

I was sad when this ended, maybe because it was so well written or it meant Grant was dead.  An unsung hero of American history. 

"Coal: A Human History"
by Barbara Freese

The rock that fueled the industrial revolution, abhorred by King Edward the 1st for its smell, brought power to China; the history of a 'simple' rock fueling world progress.


I totally jinxed myself and had to rip out about 6 inches of knitting!  Saturday - Tuesdays work, possibly 8 hours of work.  I don't really keep track.  By the end of the day on Saturday I was at the point I started frogging the cardigan.  Possibly before bed on Sunday I will be done with knitting and on to assembly, but I'm not sure and don't want to assume.  As my mother taught me, as you knit you shall rip.  Let's hope there will be no more ripping!

I love the pattern,
It drops a little in the back and has subtle A-line shaping

This has been a fun sweater to knit.
It isn't over, the left collar and lots of finish work await me.

Not a spectacular week, it really ended on a sour note I am trying to process through.  Confronting the jackwagon with "why do you think you can pop up after 30 years and treat me like that?" truly is pointless.  Opening up a dialogue when really I don't want a door opened is pointless.  George Bernard Shaw said it best "I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it."  Apropos in so many ways. 

Beth, not going to wrestle with pigs.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Sorry folks, the woods are closed

2/25/2019 - 3/3/2019

Monday (0) - I haven't had a 0 day since Feb 1st, so it's ok right?  Between a crazy schedule, my utter lack of motivation, oh yeah I left my computer at home and had to go back home, I didn't run, in fact, I did nothing, only the long walk to the cafe for lunch.  All in all a very uninspired day.

Jax (like Diesel) is ball obsessed.  He has a variety of them, all different, all the plastic "Chuckit" balls (Diesel wore down his teeth chewing on tennis balls, probably more due to all the sand they accumulated).  I have often wondered if there is a ball off the day or a ball of the event.  It has to be a specific ball.  Dave says "It's the one that calls to him."  I wondered if there was a Monday Ball a Tuesday Ball etc...
I decided to take a picture of each ball each day, so I'd remember which one.  This was the ball he used every day for breakfast ball and dinner ball and dumb game ball.  Huh...  

Tuesday (5) - Feeling rather grouchy from the constant dull headache from the prednisone I went out for a run.  It was windy I stuck to the neighborhood behind the golf course, at least with the various turns I was in and out of the wind.  I sucked it up and ran back up Shennie, taking a cut off through Branford Manor, same distance, only hoping to maybe cut some of the wind, not so much.

Polar does this thing where it rates your run, generally, my 5-mile runs are demanding or very demanding.  I should look up how they categorize these things.  Anyhoodles, this run was Extreme.  Wow!  Thinking maybe the max heart rate of 180 was part of that.  While Polar is supposed to be best in class on HR monitoring, I still am skeptical of the wrist HR for anything other than directionally correct.  The rating seems in line with how I felt, the wind really beat me up!

I'm willing to put up with the prednisone headache because of the benefits.

Wednesday (5 + 2) -  Today marks the day The Smith's ruined it for everyone...

It is hill day and I did most of the hills and added in a different one to take a more downhill route back to campus, plus avoid the smokers in-front of EB.

I contemplated doing School St and Fort St hills, but I felt good running I kept on running.  This run was Very Demanding versus extreme on the Polar scale.  I really should look up how they grade these things.  For now, I'll feel all badass about my runs, why ruin it with reality? right?

My hip let me know it was not happy about running two days in a row.  It was very ouchy, and probably will be for a few days.  I still can't figure out exactly what is wrong.  I think it is muscle related and hurts the worst when I roll over in bed. 

On my way home Dave texted to take Jax on a hike, he does this when he knows he needs to get the little black dog out but has less than an ounce of desire to go alone.  I'm happy to go along.  It's nice to be in the woods no matter what time of day.

Well, it seems this isn't the same feeling one of the DEM agents has about people in the woods at night.  Technically we aren't supposed to be there from 1/2 hour past sunset to 1/2 hour before sunrise, we are breaking the rules, but it was light when we started on our hike.

We neared the car to the sound of someone shouting "hello".  Earlier we saw a mountain biker going over the bog bridges, the 20 bog bridges, we wondered if maybe s/he was having some problems and saw our headlamps?  Nope, a DEM agent or are they DEP out here?  Concerned about our welfare. She felt the hood of our car and it was cold so we had been gone a long time (um, it's 22F, that may have something to do with the engine cooling down?)  She was worried we were hurt and lost in the woods and after a police wellness check calling our residence turned up a disconnected number she was more concerned and was going to call in a search party.  I wonder now if this is what Jonny saw in December?  Sorry for ruining it for everyone else who roams the woods at night, even when we aren't supposed to, on their feet or their bikes.  We didn't mean to get caught.  Fortunately, the time change is 10 days away and we will have an extra hour of daylight!

I probably should update my phone number with the DMV?

Thursday (1 + 3) -  We had a little snow overnight, 10 maybe 20 flakes.  I wondered where Jackass was and then I got the IM.  I'm still giggling.  I'm a horrible person, between ruining the woods and laughing at a friend, something bad will befall me.  I wonder what could be next, and I probably shouldn't tempt fate like that.

Today is the day Amy worked on my bound up hip.  She congratulated me for finally mentioning my hip still hurts and proceeded to jam her elbow in to find the tenderest and ouchiest spot and manipulate my leg to see how much the bound up area would give.  I could feel the tension radiate down my quad to the top of my foot. Brilliant.  To make sure I had time for that fun I shortened my elliptical and booty core (day #19) to 30 minutes total.  I know that while it was a bit uncomfortable during and will be for a day or so after by Sunday or Monday I won't be wincing turning over in bed.

Tasty.  I need to pick some more up and stash it.

Dave surprised me by wanting to take Jax on another night hike.  This time we went across state lines to Connecticut to the 'back' entrance of Barn Island. The double track loop is 3-miles.  Not as many owls hooting, but Dave was sure he heard coyotes and thought I should also be concerned.  I probably should, but since he is, I can enjoy the hike and listen to the owls, and look at all the pretty stars in the sky (and they were very pretty on Thursday night).  He announced that was the last night hike if Earl was leery of coyotes he was going to be too.  Well ok then, I guess unless I want to take on the worry job that is that.  Frankly, I enjoy enjoying being out in the woods at night and being the worrier would ruin that, clearly, as it has done for Dave.  

Friday (5) - The usual work route.  Probably not the best call, my hip is tender, I wanted to run.  The first mile lied and said the run would be awful and painful.  By mile 2 everything felt fine, looking at my splits on Strava I was moving slower, however, I didn't feel like I was dragging.  After the run I used the trigger point massage ball on the ouchy parts, keep that fascia and scar tissue broken up, they don't need to reunite.  While running I thought about the time Gizmo and I were on a walk and found part of a broken sled in Wilcox Park.  There is a wee hill and I loaded us on that broken piece of a sled and whizzed down the hill.  Gizzy gave me a "What the actual fuck was that Beth" look and then we did it again.  The next time he seemed to think it was pretty ok based on how much he did his crazy run and bark once we got to the bottom.  Ah, the old Gizzy.  A memory of him helping himself to my beer popped up in FB.  Crazy old coot he was.

This was Feb 2016.  He demanded a lick of my beer, every time after that.
He passed May 2016, I knew it was coming, might as well indulge the old chap.

I got home and was greeted with the usual shenanigans from the Little Black Dog and a question from Dave "Hike?"  "Sure, but it is 4:30 we could be out after dark."  We went up to Arcadia hiked slowly and goofed around a lot with the LBD and were on the hardtop road out of the park by 6:06.  Sunset was 5:37, we had a minute to spare!  No police welfare check for this 'family'.  It was a nice hike.  I do like Arcadia, a bit further of a drive than Burlingame, but considering Wednesday...  

And Dave way off in the distance.  We were out for a short hike to have fun, Jax and I did!

Saturday (2) - I chased an Alleve with a 7% pint of porter on Friday night.    My hip was so unhappy.  At least this gave me a chance to relax around the pain, you know how pain makes you tense and that makes more pain.  My theory, but seems to help.  Saturday morning I was able to roll over easily to grab Jax and have him snuggle with me.  He HATES snuggling.  That lasted all of 5 minutes, he had breakfast at 6:30 a.m. and I was wide awake.  I thought I'd play housewife and made coffee and baked blueberry muffins. That was fun.  Dave eventually turned up.  Jax fell asleep in front of the fire.  I enjoyed far too many of the muffins and Jax had bits and pieces.

It looks like he melted.

Decided I'd do some "Yoga for Mobility"  Gak I am so not flexible anymore, probably part of my hip issues and that whole advancing age thing does a lot to zap flexibility.

We took Jax to Woody Hill late in the day, figuring the herd of mountain bikers would be done on their fat bikes.  We got a good amount of snow, and then some rain.  Early would have been good fat biking conditions.  There was a set of tracks in and out of the entrance and not a footprint or fat bike track in site.  So much for all the chatter on the NEMA Mountain Biking FB page about going to Woody Hill.  Sir George and his crew went to Arcadia so at least someone holds their word!

First tracks.

We enjoyed the place all to ourselves for another short hike.  

He likes to play "Stick".  Break a long stick  (while one of us holds it) till it is a short stick and run with it. 

Sunday (3) - Note to self, 1/2 a blueberry muffin over the course of a day upsets Jax's stomach.  He woke me up at 5 so I could hear his grumbly tummy and let me know he needed to go out.  Of course, it's 5 a.m. and I thought I could persuade him otherwise.  He got up and barfed, I let him out while I cleaned up the mess and then went back to bed.  Not for long, he was serious about now being fed as his stomach was empty.  Popped a couple tums in his food and he devoured it and came back to bed.  Fortunately, everyone let me sleep for a few more hours.  Ugh... 

The edge of the habitat restoration field.  This trail went into the Candlewood Ridge area.

At a reasonable hour I got Jax and me out to Avery Farm Nature Preserve & Candlewood Ridge.  The maps didn't have any indication on how long the trails were,  the preserve is just shy of 400 acres, 3 miles of trail wasn't going to be difficult.  What I wasn't sure about was is this really an undiscovered gem or will the place be riddled with people on this lovely sunny 40F day?   It was the former.  We found 3 miles of trails easily, another big loop would add on another mileish.  The trails are well marked and on one trail we were the only tracks. Other than deer and another pawed four-footed animal.  We ran across a father and his two kids, and a mountain biker.  Jax was the best behaved he has been in a long time.  Pshew.  Part of the preserve was being restored for wildlife habitat, this part is very open and exposed.

The main trail, a few footprints, and a mountain bike wheel print.


The designer of Rusty Nail made this pattern with a lot of stockinette stitch to calm her mind.  I was a little concerned this was going to make me go batty.  I am really enjoying the miles of not having to think knitting (constantly checking the pattern).  

I was surprised how easy this pattern was to memorize.

This is the only part where there is a pattern, the right and left side of the cardigan.  It is sooooo soothing.

I joined the sleeves, while it looks a little short the sleeves are raglan and the sweater is sized for a woman about 5 inches shorter than me.  

From the needles to the base of the sweater is 8" if you are trying to gauge size.

Saturday's progress.  Needle to base approximately 11"


by Ron Chernow

Julia is not giving up on Grant running for a 3rd term and they have completed the around the world tour.  

A pretty good week, three runs!  Hip feels much better and that odd stabbing pain in my foot (last week) hasn't reappeared.  I haven't had to frog any massive sections of the sweater.  My ancient iPod continues to chug along. 

Beth the entertainer of Jax