The Week: Even though I came up well short of my already abbreviated for winter 20-mile lumbering goal, I still managed to have a good week of “doing stuff” by re-embracing the trainer and logging over 26 virtual MyWhoosh miles in addition to the 14 miles of snowshoeing. It’s not ideal, but it’s getting me through the last weeks/months of winter with no ropes taken to attics. Yet.
The Saturday: Most of my Saturday was spent blissfully not leaving the house, watching football, doing laundry, and watching my phone for updates from Wifey as she dealt with airport check-ins, broken planes, disembarked canceled flights, boarding “fixed” planes, and re-scheduled flights at the airport while she’s traveling for work. I don’t know how she does it; I struggle to not get stressed driving 5 minutes to “the other side of town.”
However she does it, I’m sure’s hell glad she does, ’cause in the “real world,” I now find myself a fucking skilless moron whose next job will surely involve a cold street corner, a cardboard sign, pleas for help scrawled with a dried up Sharpie, and hurled abuse/half drank Big Gulps from passing motorists in SUVs. That is, of course, if I don’t delve into the burgeoning world of overweight, quinquagenarian male prostitution; “Hey baby, I’ll let you watch me struggle to get up from a couch without grunting for $20, but it’s an extra 10 if you want me to throw my back out and lie motionless on the floor begging for an Aleve.”
Photo Practice: I, of course, also made some time for photo practice with the birds of the Cul-De-Sac-Shack. I was happy to get another shot of a male Cardinal in the trees as well as a Red-Bellied Woodpecker (one of my top three favorite pecker breeds) and a Dark Eyed Junco on a branch rather than just hopping around on the ground looking for seeds like the wintry food sluts they are. I also was able to get a shot of a female Northern Cardinal looking punk as fuck and a White Breasted Nuthatch on The Bird Stick.
The shots were taken handheld with the Nikon z6 + the FTZ Adapter and the Sigma 150.0-600.0mm f/5.0-6.3 from the back porch of the Shack.
The Dead Beer: Time for me to go to the grocery for a couple DIPAs. Friday night when I was putting some food away, one of my two Atomic Torpedos fell out of the fridge, and a small hole opened in the can. I had already had a couple of beers earlier, and a 9% IPA was not in the plan, so an expensive can of beer needed to be poured down the drain. There was much sadness. Rest easy, my hoppy friend.
Later.