24
Apr 20

Riding into the weekend, and then walking into it

For reasons I’m beginning to understand only a bit, and am not quite yet equipped (or perhaps inspired, or both) to remedy, the videos I shoot on my phone look like compressed garbage when I upload them. What is this, 2012?

Anyway, here’s a little bit of today’s cross-county-line ride. Before the turnaround, and well before today’s flat. So sick of flats.

This, too, was before the flat. Good thing, as this was well away from the house. But you aren’t thinking about any of that when you see turkeys:

Anyway, just before getting back to the house I had another flat. It was on the last big downhill which, in my experience, is the wrong place to have your rear wheel to go down. At the bottom of the hill is a hard turn that leads up into our neighborhood. But I stopped short and figured, ehhh, I’m walking this in.

Because I could try to re-inflate the tube, or swap out to an extra one, right there on the side of the road — like I did just four rides ago! — or I could just walk the last mile in and do all of that in the comfort of my bike room or home-library.

So I walked it in. Problem: bike shoes. So you take those off and walk it in feeling a little ridiculous: spandex, helmet, walking a bike and barefoot. At some point you have to figure the people in your neighborhood, to the extent that they notice you, are just used to it.

Bobet, I hope so.

Anyway, you could be mad at flats, or pleased with the opportunity. If my tire hadn’t gone down I would have whizzed right through here at 20-some miles per hour and not even noticed this redbud tree (Cercis canadensis) demonstrating its cauliflory.

It’s a trait some species exhibit, where blooms can grow directly out of the trunk. Cauliflory, by the way, is ‘stem flower’ in Latin.

And, yes, I looked up the scientific name. There’s only so much stuff I can keep in my head, after all.

Also on the walk back … and this is just after The Yankee got to the house, put her things away and walked back out toward me with my sneakers. Which was great, because half-a-mile barefoot is quite enough, thanks. Anyway, we walked it in together, which was also nice, and we saw this:

And that’s how the weekend begins. I hope yours begins with pretty things and nice gestures, and fewer mechanical issues.


23
Apr 20

More blooming things

Out for a little walk this fine, gray, damp, chilly, late April, oh look, now it’s raining Thursday afternoon. I saw an older couple out for a shuffling jog and I saw them again later as they walked back to their home. It seemed as apt as anything else out there.

There are a lot of sidewalks and some nice paths in our immediate vicinity. One of those paths is succumbing to a nearby storm pond, and so work must be done. I wonder how many people have been up to this sign and turned around. Not many. Most of us are just walking around it.

But I do it thinking of an old joke. Enough is enough!

These won’t be around much longer, so let’s document them now. On a turn in between condos there’s a tree on the corner and whoever lives there probably thinks of it as their tree. And that’s just fine.

So long as they don’t mind if I stop by taking photos of the blooms every now and then. “Oh, Charles, someone is out there again, taking pictures of our tree.”

It’s important, I decided, to be very deliberate about which direction you face when you do that, lest someone think you’re trying to peer into and photograph their living room.

These are a bit safer. They’re in our yard.

And thus, they are ours.

Ours. All ours.

But, still, you want to mind your background.

Heaven forfend you get the exterior of a neighbor’s house in the shot.


22
Apr 20

A quick listen and a fast ride

Today! A bike ride!

A podcast!

Sustainable Food Systems Science’s Jodee Ellett works with the Indiana Food Council Network and local food councils throughout the state. She explains what’s going on in the food supply chain, how farmers may fare this year, and the growing trend toward community gardening and more.

She talked about the big shock to the system and all the market channels and the loss of farmers markets as a big impact on local producers. Also, some farmers markets going online are seeing tremendous success, she said, but it’s a lot of work.

Also, here’s video of my bike ride!

I was ahead of The Yankee the whole ride. And then I shot the little clips for that video. After that I sat up a little bit because there was less than two miles to go and she instantly caught me — and she was wake back there, too. She’d been sneaking up on me and I was oblivious. So now I had to try to hang onto her wheel, which isn’t always easy after you’ve sat up. I jumped her at the turn and she worked her way back to catching me again, as those last two miles alternate nicely between our respective strengths. And then the sprint into the neighborhood was on.

I had to kick four times to get a clean wheel. She’s fast.


21
Apr 20

Nice day out; try it while you can

It was a lovely spring day. We’ll have more gross and cold weather soon, because these damp, gray, Canadian conditions can’t pick their spots. Hey, we’ll worry about that on another day. Like tomorrow! And portions of next week! And possibly a substantial portion of May!

Anyway, here are a few pictures of blooming trees from just down the street.

It was a walk, you see, taking in the lovely aspects of a fine Tuesday.

This was not the turnaround point, but it could have been.

And this is a dandelion in the front yard. It’s coming along rather nicely in the bed with three differing layers of anti-weed material placed with the intention of preventing such a thing:

The dandelion is growing in the shadow of these shrubs, which provide us with today’s Video That Has Nothing To Do With The Day:

Listening to birds singing is just lovely. And, for a moment, the wind was a nice addition and there were no kids or the far off beep beep beeping of trucks backing up or any of the other things that happen in a hopping neighborhood. It was a fine day to sit in the shade and listen.


20
Apr 20

Some walks, a bike ride, a podcast, some cats

And your weekend? Was it functionally much different than your week? Unless, of course, you’re going into work still, in which case I apologize for the joke. But that’s all we can do with it, is joke and laugh, and then work from home or wish we could, or, in far too many sad cases, wish we could work from somewhere.

I get to work from home. I’m very fortunate indeed. And not a day goes by that I don’t spend a lot of time thinking of that. I do it a lot more than during the walk from bedroom to kitchen to home office, too.

One of the things I got to do today for work was this little program …

Elizabeth Malatestinic teaches human resource management in the Kelley School of Business at IUPUI. So she’s the one that onboards. I don’t know if she’s the person who came up with that term. It seems unlikely, but I didn’t think to ask. Anyway, she does HR, and we discussed what we should be able to expect from our bosses, what they can get out of us right now, managing the work-at-home dynamic and some other things. It actually is an interesting and useful conversation. But you’re only going to know that if you take my word for it and press the play button.

Press the play button.

Did you press the play button yet?

The cats are grand. Phoebe is studying yoga:

She has since decided to give it a try. She does it with a sense of panache that can inspire us all:

Poseidon has been studying yoga as well. Less interested, but nevertheless:

He’s a nice cat, when he’s being cuddly, and not a jerk to someone.

That cat is going through toddlerhood and adolescence simultaneously, and he’s going to be doing it for the rest of time, which is definitely something to look forward to.

On a walk yesterday we passed some carefully planted roadside trees and it reminded me of how I always make the same disappointed joke every year about maples being nature’s first quitters. It’s true. They are. It is disappointing, and then brilliant, and then just sad like all of the rest. But give the maples their due: They are some of the first ones back on the job, too.

Which is part of the twisted logic of acceptance: Oh, look at the beautiful early leaves! … As we approach the last week of April …

I am showing off the mask a friend made for me. She is crafty and has skills and a desire to help others and even me and I am very fortunate, plus it matches my eyes:

And a shadow selfie from today’s ride, which was notable only for the hill repeats.

You’re supposed to go up a hill for several minutes, descend and then start over again. Only I manage to do it based on the distance, because looking for that quirky tree or, like today, the discarded mattress on the side of the road is easier than staring at my bike computer. So looking at the data now, I went longer the first time, a bit shorter the second time, and then faster the next four times before slowing down for the next several climbs. Hey, it’s all slow and uphill to me. Also, I had negative splits on the back of the ride, which better be the case after 45 minutes or so of going uphill.

At one point this car was coming from the other direction right at the place where I was turning around. The hill continues on, so I have to keep riding, waiting for the car to pass so I can try to do a 180 at a suboptimal speed. Except this guy slows, rolls down his window and says “Steep ain’t it!?”

Hadn’t noticed, neighbor. Hadn’t noticed.