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10
Jul 25

The middle of summer

It’s the middle of summer, the sort where you convince yourself that the actual middle is next week. This is the same argument I made with myself last week.

Guess what I’ll be doing next week.

On today’s bike ride I decided to take a photo in a particular place, and then forgot about that entirely. I remembered it three or four miles later and realized, I’ve probably never taken a photo of this spot before.

So here you go, venturing into the deep dark forest.

You’re in the shade of the tree canopy for about 35 seconds before you’re staring back into the sun again.

I think I’m going to try something different. I’m going to take tomorrow off, and ride this same route on Saturday. Maybe I’ll go faster with a day off.

Watch, that will work, and then I’ll have to reconfigure all of my ride plans. Of course, those intricately laid plans currently consist of, “How hot is it?”

I went outside this evening and it was 79 with 90 percent humidity. I’m not sure if plants even need watering under those conditions. (The weeds don’t!) Then I made the mistake of looking at tomorrow’s weather. Tomorrow’s forecast in no way played into the weekend bike experiment. Also, look how bright that moon is.

Anyway, back to doing productive stuff. I am approaching the stage of class planning where I wonder if I have bitten off more than I can chew.

Remember, designing new classes is fun! Remember that so you can remind me of that sometime in the next month-and-a-half.

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09
Jul 25

There are a bunch of names for skin cells

We had a hot dermatology date today. It’s every bit as exciting as it sounds. We drove over there from here, around some detours and arriving right on time, despite whatever it was I did that slowed us down on getting out of the house.

There was no one there, so as soon as sat down they called us back. The best part: no paperwork, so I guess we’re both enough in the system now.

These were routine checks. It probably took longer to book the appointments than to fulfill them. The doctor, yet another one in a now-growing line of people who are younger than I am. Younger than me and, yet, she looked more tired than the rest of us. You wonder how many times a day she does this, starting with the scalp and glanced in between the toes. You wonder if she’s sick of it yet, dismissing this worry, weathering a bad joke here, staring at an awkward blotch of skin there.

Well, not on us. We both saw the same doctor. She told my lovely bride that she has wonderful skin. To me she said, “You don’t have many moles.”

I’ve worked very hard to avoid that, yes.

Anyway, clean bills of health. Don’t lose any sleep over anything. Come back in a year.

Later, we got behind this truck.

It wasn’t that we followed him. He just kept turning onto all of the same roads we wanted.

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08
Jul 25

The heat is hot and oppressively so

Not every day produces a widget. Most of mine, in fact, do not. You find other things to measure against, I guess, or you just come to rationalize the very real truth that not every day need a product. It was also prohibitively hot. The heat index got up to 103 by the time I stopped checking. It doesn’t much matter anymore after that anyway. Somewhere as the mercury climbs it is just all painful.

Or put it this way, I stepped onto the front porch long enough to bring in the shipment of cat food, a chore which takes long enough to open the door, step outside, make sure no cats come with me, taking two steps, bending over, lifting a small box, pivoting and walking back inside. It takes no time. And you could feel the heat in that brief amount of time.

Later, I walked outside to check some other thing, a task which took about 90 seconds. In that time I’d already begun to sweat.

Right now, it is raining buckets.

Tomorrow it’ll only be in the 90s. Who knows what I’ll accomplish tomorrow.

The view from the front yard, somewhere between the gloaming and real darkness.

Oh, hey! The art on the front page has been updated. If you click over to kennysmith.org you’ll see a lot of images that fit into this theme.

I have also concluded the monthly computer cleaning, deleting files and updating the thises, and some of the thats. One of those tasks is monitoring the spreadsheet with website traffic data. Last month was the second most popular month in the site’s long history. In the next month or two we’ll hit another big milestone for the humble ol’ dubya dubya dubya. (And I thank you all for coming back more than once.)

Tomorrow, much like today, but even better.

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07
Jul 25

Welcome back to me

OK then, back to the normal things. How have your last few days been? I’m getting my eastern time zone legs back under me, thanks. Tuesday night was our first night back home, and so naturally I was awake at 6 a.m. on Wednesday. THursday morning my internal alarm came to life at 7:30. We can darken the bedroom, so I can’t blame early morning light.

I went to the office for a while on Thursday, and then spent the rest of the day at the library. On Friday, and today, I have been doing some work finishing up the design for a fall class. I have one week left to build, and then some supplemental things to sprinkle throughout the term for that course, but I’m pleased with how it’s come together so far. (Now, who wants to make the syllabus for me?) For the Fourth we had ribs and that was about it. The weekend was similarly low key.

Happily, the cats welcomed us home with little grief, and we all slipped back into the normal rhythm of the house. And then Phoebe made a good point: feature us on the site, or Poe will do something wacky, and you know how wacky he can be.

She was not wrong … We had some baked goods stored in the microwave to keep them out of reach. I opened the thing to heat something up, walked away to do something else in the kitchen, came back and found that the door wouldn’t close.

The door is an automatic thing. There’s an Open and Close button on the microwave. I bet you can guess what those buttons do. Only the Close button suddenly only worked halfway. I pressed that button two or three times with dissatisfaction, and then looked down to see what the problem was.

So the cats are doing well, thanks for asking.

We went for a bike ride on Friday. I got dropped, but only because I caught traffic at every intersection. A bit later we crossed paths near the turnaround point.

I had another ride today, only because I couldn’t drag myself out this weekend. Today, it was hot, and muggy. When I got in it was 80 degrees with 90 percent humidity. It felt a lot like home. You forget how it feels when that mugginess saps your energy. This was as bright as the whole ride got.

But, in 25 miles I was only passed by 21 cars and I only had to unclip and put my foot down one time, so it was a nice little ride.

Now seriously, who wants to work on a syllabus for me?

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01
Jul 25

We are back

We woke up early. We got on the plane at Heathrow, our last long walk of the trip, which was punctuated by two long walks through the Milano airport after gate changes. And, sure, you have to get off the plane and through the U.S. Customs checkpoints, but the airport walk on the way back home never feels that long.

The march to the plane, however, that can take a while.

The airport security staff confiscated my toothpaste, apologetically. Too big, by volume, despite having made it to and through Heathrow on the way over. Ah well, if that’s the worst part of the day …

We were in Club World on British Airways, which means you get your own little pod, which means the seats lay all the way back, and also that you get more attention on a six or eight hour flight than anyone needs. I just wanted to watch the movies.

First up, Mickey 17, which was highly anticipated by fans of the book, of which I’d never heard. I think they missed. It was Douglas Adams without the funny. But Robert Pattinson wasn’t bad.

I got through about four minutes of the Tom Hanks movie, “Here,” and decided I wasn’t willing to watch that on a plane.

So I watched The Amateur, which is exactly what you imagined after seeing the trailer.

Now I suppose I’ll have to watch the 1981 version, for comparison’s sake.

For the last leg of the trip, and I couldn’t time this much better, I managed to just sneak in all of Oppenheimer. First time I’ve watched it; not sure why it took so long. Pretty sure I need to see it again, if nothing else to improve the audio. Probably there are some interesting historical tidbits I missed as well.

If I may trade heavily, and unfairly, on both stereotypes, I’m not really sure how the Barbieheimer summer worked. The crossover just seems so farfetched. (Then again, Barbie was fine, and this is a Christopher Nolan masterpiece. Or Barbie was a feminist signpost and this was a Christopher Nolan masterpiece. So what do I know?)

Anyway, the plane landed on time. We made it through customs with no problem. The luggage collected, the last walk of the trip was through the airport. My in-laws went this way to meet their driver. We went that way to get to an Uber which took us to our car, and then back home.

And now I’m going to sleep for two, maybe three days.

So this is it for the week. More here Monday. Until then!