THINGS NOT ABOUT HIKING
The week’s lumbers thus far have not been my best, with my mind firmly in the clenched jaws of the black dog. Thankfully, on Wednesday afternoon, I had my bi-weekly appointment with the OG Mindbender.
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Bird Fishing
On Tuesday, I once again found myself driving to the trails in some of the worst fog I’ve ever driven in. It was like driving into a white wall for 13 minutes, hoping to arrive with car and body intact.
What’s Not Good For The Goose
Sunday morning, I slept in until almost 7 AM before getting up to feed Lola and let her poop the yard. Soon after, she panted and rumbled her way back up the stairs and jumped back up into bed with Wifey. She’s my dog twice a day.
Readjusting Again
After unwisely letting myself spew out some of the shit in my brain on Wednesday’s post, I took some time to go inside and talk to some of my “parts.” Something that’s not so easy for me when my brain gets stuck in the good ol’ adolescent trauma days scared about things out of my control, along with the never-ending judgments about my looks and weight from pretty much anyone and everyone in my life, especially at school, or should I say at a fucking hell with asshole kids and outdated text books run by shame-loving priests and nuns who know fuck all about dealing with kids. Well unless, they’re “getting something” out of it.
Motivated by Snoopy
Sometimes you have to work hard to not do anything. For me, Labor Day Weekend was NOT one of those times.
A Lost Tuesday
Monday night, I kind of found myself in a foul mood (shock!) and stayed up a little too far past my 9 PM bedtime.
The next thing I knew, it was 4:30 AM, and Wifey was getting ready to head to the airport to fly to Baltimore for a weeklong meeting. I kissed her goodbye, looked at the weather, and saw that severe storms were due in the area by 11 AM. Shit.
Blurred Weeks
This week has been a blur of morning lumbers, never-ending outdoor chores, and teaching old dogs new tricks. Or should I say, teaching an old fat guy who is dumb as a box of hair how to install custom CSS code in order to get this digital fish wrap looking tolerable? Oh, technology… piss off!
The Tuesday Bounce
The weekend was one that I anxiously await to completely forget due to the amount that it sucked and the horrible mood that I was in that seemingly dragged any and everybody in my path down into the depressive muck that I wallow in on a daily basis. Welcome, I’ve been expecting you.
I Remember How To Bonk
I mentioned a few things here recently about the need to shake things up and push myself a little harder, so as not to burn out on any one outdoor physical activity, similar to what I did with dabbling in trail running last summer to get over some injuries and summertime ennui.
I love my lumbers, and I love lumbering with my camera, but the past couple of weeks of relentless bugs, lack of quality photos, and humidity have had me a bit miserable and looking for easy options.
Since I had a come to Jeebus moment in the spring of 2024 in regards to my love/lost/sort of re-found love of cycling, I figured, fuck it, let’s interject some riding into the lumbering mix again.
More Bad Than Good
The “long” 4th of July weekend was pretty crap, even by my very crap standards. I did next to nothing but mow the grass and stew in a pool of my own sweat and depressive juices, a pool that was reaching ocean-sized proportions by Monday afternoon.