Tuesday


20
May 25

Thinking of an interview I did almost five years ago

Things are looking lovely in the yard. This is out front, because we like to give a nice impression to all of the people who pull up the drive. So many people don’t. And they’re missing out. But that’s OK. More flowers for us.

We’ve been running a gag with a friend about bad photo composition. This is my contribution to the joke.

But, lurking up above, the promise of early August.

The ripening is underway.

Does anyone want some peaches?

In the fall of 2020 I was interviewed by a student working up a profile of my lovely bride for a class project.

He asked me what’s it like being married to an All-American, D-1 athlete, FINA Masters World Championships swimmer, three-time USA Triathlon national championship-qualified triathlete and two-time Ironman finisher.

(Except now she’s a six time USA Triathlon national championship qualifier and a three-time Ironman.)

This, I noted on social media, is what it’s like.

A few days after that 2020 interview I said “I’m going to go spin out my bike for a bit in the bike room.”

She said, “I’ll join you for an easy ride,” and then I watched her put out about 230 watts going uphill for an hour on Zwift. Sometime soon after that we were on a group ride and she was out front. She sat up and re-did her braid while we were chasing back on to her wheel. At the first sprint point on that ride she was laughing as I tried to go by her. She was LAUGHING during a full sprint. I didn’t win that one. So we got really, really serious about the five sprints after that.

But all of that was five years ago.

Today, I set a hard pace for eight miles, and then she went around me. Then she went away from me. And so I had to chase on for about six miles, hard, to get back. Thinking about that 2020 interview the whole way.

And here is when I finally caught her. We were going up a little hill, and I was doing 26 miles per hour up the long slow hill just to stay on her wheel. Look at how casual she is here, as she’s about to get to the top of the thing.

All told, Strava says this was the fastest 30K I’ve ever recorded.

What’s it like being married to someone like that?

Awesome — unless you’re trying to keep up.


13
May 25

Checking in with the kitties, briefly

I may have been disturbing Phoebe’s attempt at a nap. She might have been judging me for it.

She was definitely put out by my interrupting her sunbathing in the western window.

Poseidon, seen here purring while having his head carefully for the camera, got into a pot in the sink, and enjoyed a bit of sauce before I could stop him.

He is embarrassed we noticed.

The kitties are doing great, thanks for asking. Though they aren’t doing much of the school work around here.


6
May 25

Look at those faces

Everything is coming due for my students, so my full time job is, this week, more than a full time job. One class submitted their finals yesterday. At midnight my other classes submitted some important work, a draft of their social media audits. The final is due next week. It’s a tight turnaround for some. If you’re on the right path, it’s just a few corrections or tweaks here or there. If you’re going the wrong way, there’s a fair amount of work to be done to get on the right track before next week’s final submission. I don’t envy them that, but the schedule is the schedule, and out of my hands.

What I can do, however, is get them feedback with time to spare. My goal is to get all of that in their hands by Thursday, because the final project is due next Monday night. Also, their final exam looms on the same schedule. A lot happens late in that course, and it’s an excellent primer for people headed into fast-paced working environments, but it can be a lot. So I am reading quickly, typing furiously, and then holding Zoom meetings about it with students who are interested.

Zoom meetings that students ask for, most of whom don’t turn on the video function of Zoom. So it is a phone call. How do I know? Because I’ve made phone calls before. (Haha, he’s old! — editor) Also, because they’re often doing that on their phone … except I’m on video … and that’s tiresome to contemplate.

Anyway, let’s quickly fill the space with the site’s most popular feature, our weekly check in on the kitties.

I invite you to take a moment to just look at this face. Fall into those deep swirling eyes and contemplate the vastness and the minuteness of the universe. And also the mischief he is dreaming up.

I tell him all the time, “It is a good thing you’re so charming, Poseidon. You should spend more time on that, as opposed to causing trouble.”

Because he can be one of those things, but he chooses to do the other.

Phoebe is, on the other hand, always charming.

So the cats are doing well. But they’re not doing any of this grading for me. So back to the salt mines I go.


29
Apr 25

A moment of paws

It’s time for our weekly check on the kitties. And, this week, we’ll do a little comparison. Our cats, being bike cats, like to work on their aero technique. Here’s a recent effort of Phoebe’s.

Poseidon’s aero looks much more efficient … ears not withstanding.

We have a joke that when the cats are doing the same thing, or holding the same posture, my lovely bride says “You’re going to freak him out … ”

Then, I look at the cats, note the synchronicity and mock yell, “YOU’RE FREAKING ME OUT!”

The cats sometimes sit like this. Here’s Phoebe.

And here’s Poe.

To be sure, a lot of cats sit like this from time to time. But … still … they’re freaking me out!


22
Apr 25

I guess distances accurately

The cats have gracefully argued that they haven’t graced the page in almost two weeks. They remind me that they’re almost the sole cause of site traffic around here. I don’t know if they’re right about that, but they are the most popular feature here. Sometimes, they’re the only feature here. So, we should show them off.

I tried to get them to type this up, but they’re a little heavy on the keys. They also don’t have a firm grasp of punctuation, or what the space bar does.

What they lack in keyboard etiquette they make up for in patiently posing.

Phoebe was enjoying a little sunny afternoon time in the dining room.

Poseidon has his choice of boxes on which to sit.

The kitties are doing great, in other words. They are miffed about not landing on the site on Monday, though. And they’ve been letting me hear about it all day.

I had a nice 30 mile-bike ride today, over mostly the usual roads. Out to the river and back from the river and over to town, riding right across on Main Street, and then out past the edge of town. I was on a quiet two-lane road when I saw a woman walking from the other direction. Long pants. Hoodie. It was a warm spring evening. She raised her voice as I went by, asking if this was the way to the next town. Without slowing down, because she was not in distress, I yelled back over my shoulder, “Take this left and you’ll go left again, but it’s 15 miles from here.” It was almost 7 p.m. by then. I looked on a map later, and she was exactly 15 miles away on foot. I hope she made it to an Uber.

I crossed over Yorketown to Pierson, and then crossed Yorktown (there is a place where Yorketown and Yorktown intersect, and I wonder how many people have noticed that outside of this little town). I skirted the west side of the town limits, and then rode through the pastureland to get back home. If it sounds romantic, you don’t know the half of it.

This, though, was only my fifth ride of the month. I waited for forever for new tires to arrive. We traveled. There was work. This is all getting in the way of my accumulation of miles and shouting out directions to random passersby. Like I know where I’m going.