The weekend was a blur of rain, boredom, self-loathing, existential ennui, beer, and watching Spurs plummet further into the relegation zone, causing just a little bit more of me to die inside.
Fuck, there’s not much left! I figure, seeing the team I’ve supported for 20 years or more be relegated to the Championship should just about suck the last remaining drops of joy from my dark, flaccid soul.
I digress.
After a few days of stewing in my own fecal-scented depressive juices, I finally started to climb out of The Bell Jar sometime on Thursday.
While I know what put me in the mood, I don’t know exactly what got me out of the mood. I had an appointment with the OG Mindbender on Wednesday, and that helped a good deal, but sometimes I think I just need to let a mood take its course until I find the will to push that shit down real deep and forget about it. Like the saying goes, “Time heals all wounds, but it also kills everyone and everything.” Or something like that.
Here’s another pic of a Yellow Bellied Sapsucker taken during Tuesday morning’s 6-mile lumber. As per my usual, it’s not very good, but it’s a pic.
After Thursday’s all-day rain event, which featured thunder and some of the hardest downpours I’ve seen in a long time, I was stoked to be back in the woods early on Friday morning.
Soiled File Foto.
As I type this, I am in the middle of a rain delay, which, given the forecast of ice, rain, snow, wind, and 33˚ all day, will surely lead to the rescheduling of today’s lumber.
After an afternoon and evening of wonderful thunderstorms, the spring-like temperatures of the previous few days left us, the dank, white skies continued , and the air was a chilly 34˚.
With that, I was back to the winter jacket, gloves, and bobble cap for today’s lumber. But there’s no snow, so I will keep my bitching to a minimum.
After a February that saw me lumber only around 70 miles, I went into March being cautiously optimistic. It couldn’t possibly get worse, could it?
Short answer: No.
Long answer: It had its moments.
The weekend was good, not great, but good. There was lots of slack watching crap International break football, a visit from B, and I made a lasagna with homemade bolognese sauce. All good.
I needed less than 3 miles to meet my 30 in 5 lumbering goal for the week, but ain’t no one going on a 2.5-mile hike. So, I went into Friday with a plan.
The plan was fairly simple; do one of my normal 5-ish mile loops, then follow the river via car down to Meridian Park for some Soiled Photo Creeping. And that’s what I did.
It was kind of a dank morning for a lumber, but with the snow and ice gone, I really don’t care what the weather is like now, so lumber I did.