On Friday, I got out on the trails by 6:45 AM for a 6.23-mile lumber. It was the perfect way to meet my 30 (miles) in 5 (weekdays) goal and finish the week with 30.54 miles.
It was one of my better weeks on the trail, both physically and mentally— I needed that!
I’ve had better weeks in the photo department, but for someone whose main goal is to stay Fat But Fit™, AND get some shots while doing so, it was decent.
I did miss the chance for an eagle shot on Friday (my second sighting of the week), so that was disappointing. But as per usual, I was spot on with my location. I just continue to underestimate the bald eagle’s ability to spot a sweaty, fat man pointing a camera through a thick canopy of trees from 75+ yards away.
My heartbreak at missing the eagle was eased when, just a few steps later, I got another photo of a wood thrush hopping around in the trees. I’ll take what I can get!
While also very much NOT an eagle, I did get a couple shots of a female red-winged blackbird noshing on a spider. I mean, who doesn’t enjoy a nice juicy spider for breakfast? (You might have to pinch and zoom to see the spider properly.)
Saturday morning, I was up at 5:25 with Lola the Dog. After I fed the beast, she ran upstairs to get into bed with Wifey and I got on the computer in my office to find that this here blog was fucked. It seems I went way over my allotted memory usage, and couldn’t even get into my WordPress dashboard to fix it. Dumb.
So, for the next half hour or more, I was messaging with my web host’s IT department on the other side of the world, who got me going PDQ. Sadly, there was an issue with the links updating, redirecting, etc., etc. My apologies if you planned on spending your Saturday reading about the exploits of an aging, goofball who walks in the woods with a camera.
Part II, The Lost Soul
It’s now been 24 hours later, and I can get into my WordPress dashboard, but the files are still not redirecting correctly. So, while it’s nice that I know that the blog still exists, it still can’t be read or looked at by the three people who frequent this ill-written digital fish wrap. Not to be hyperbolic, but I feel like a part of my soul is missing.
I don’t even know why I continue to publish this shit, but when you’ve done something almost daily for over 21 years, and it’s (temporarily) gone, it feels pretty disconcerting. Now I know how people with E.D. feel when sexy time thoughts and idle hands beckon. To quote Ron Burgundy in Anchorman, “I’m in a glass case of emotion!!”
Part III, The Saved Soul
Another quick round of messaging with tech support got everything sorted, and WE BACK! Time to mow the grass and then talk to the Devil about these idle hands.
Later.