Twelve Miles

A few weeks ago, I mentioned to Jack that it would be nice if some Saturday we could take the bikes and check out the Santa Fe Trail. We pass the trail head every time we leave our valley, but I have only walked on it a few times.

We took the bikes in the truck to the Baptist Road trail head, and decided to ride north, toward Monument. I figured we would get to Monument if we were lucky, because it had been a long time since I had been on a bicycle.

The stretch between Baptist Road and Monument is probably one of the least pretty sections of the trail. When we got to Monument, I told Jack I thought I could go a little further. There is a very gradual climb after Monument, but it didn’t seem to be bothering me. After a mile or so, Jack and I realized that we weren’t more than two miles from Palmer Lake. We knew there were several places to eat there, so we decided to press on. The section between Monument and Palmer Lake is quite scenic, and I wished I had brought my camera. Aside from the lake, Palmer Lake has a number of places to eat, many of which seem to be frequented by motorcycle riders.

We ate at a small restaurant called the Depot. We didn’t have anything to lock our bikes with, but they are so old (and in my case, decrepit) that we didn’t worry about leaving them outside tucked out of the way. From the window, we could see the tiny Palmer Lake, which is more mud than water at this point. (Not only is it suffering from the years long drought, but there are evidently engineering problems that are decades old.)

When we left the restaurant, the wind had come up, but it was still fairly pleasant. By the time we got back to Monument it was even windier, and I realized to my chagrin that the trail was flat between Monument and Baptist Road. This wouldn’t have been a problem, except we were cycling into a fifteen to twenty miles per hour wind, and there was no coasting. If I had been in a gym, I would have turned down the intensity on the machine. As it was, I stopped and rested in one of the little shelters provided along the way, just so I could face away from the wind for a few minutes. I was very happy to see our trail head.

Altogether, we cycled about twelve miles today: not much for real cyclists, but good for someone who hasn’t been on a bike in over a year.

Dudley

January 2000-February 14, 2005
Dudley
Last Tuesday morning, Dudley came in from his dog run holding his right hind leg three inches off the ground. He had been his usual self when he went out an hour before.

My vet came out on Thursday and gave him a shot of cortisone, and we agreed to have him x-rayed if he hadn’t improved by Monday. She couldn’t palpate the stifle well enough to see how badly damaged it was, and the sedation required for the x-rays would allow a better exam as well.

Unfortunately, the exam revealed that not only had he ruptured his anterior cruciate ligament, but that he had advanced dysplasia in both hips as well. Jack and I decided that we were not willing to put Dudley through the multiple surgeries he would have required for even a faint chance at being “normal.” I asked the vet to put him down, and held him while it was done.

The house is very quiet this morning.

Hap Massage

Occasionally, I get a pain in the neck. I’ve had the tendency for close to twenty years, but the spasms are infrequent enough that I don’t think of myself as having a “bad neck.” I have to be careful about several motions, including stretching and reaching overhead. (I have a Rubbermaid step stool in the kitchen, craft room, and downstairs so I never have to do so.)
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Smoke

This weekend was hectic, becaue I spent approximately 20 hours working as Registrar at COSine, so I didn’t really have the time to worry about Smoke until Monday morning.

I noticed he was acting a little oddly when I fed Sunday morning. (Saturday night I was too exhausted to have noticed anything short of horse being down.) He left some crumbs of his chow after breakfast, which he never does if he has enough time to eat. However, he was about as bright-eyed as a 28 year old horse gets, so I decided to worry about it Monday. Monday morning I found email from Jack (who had considerately not awoken me) that Smoke had once again failed to clean up all his food when Jack let horses out of their stalls Sunday night.
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Missing

No, I didn’t fall off the face of the earth: our Internet connection did. We get wireless broadband access from a relatively small company, and they don’t have weekend tech support. We lost our connection on Saturday, and wasn’t able to get hold of anyone at the support desk until this morning. Half an hour later the problem was fixed when they rebooted an interface card on the tower from which we get our signal. I knew it was probably something simple like that, so it was very frustrating.

Undistracted by the WWW, I spent Sunday converting the static pages of my website to use the Perl Template module for page templates. and fixing up broken xhtml code. The former was a lot faster and easier than the latter. I have plans for a little redesign, now that the housekeeping is done. I only added one page, and you are welcome to visit my recipe list.

Dear AOL

Dear AOL,

I think it was so nice of you to send us that nifty plastic DVD case in the mail a few days ago. It didn’t take more than a few seconds to remove the stickers and the trash inside. I am not sure why you keep sending us stuff, when we have never been your customer, and are far outside of your customer target group, but the plastic DVD case was a winner. (I was about to write that you couldn’t pay us to use your service, but decided we are open to offers.) Anyway, thanks again.

Love, Elaine

Diminished

It has been decades since I was in an APA together with Anna Vargo, but I still remember distinctly my disappointment when she decided to drop out. I was distressed when I learned that she was seriously ill last fall, and grieved when I learned that she died last night. kinzel has a lovely tribute to a lovely person.