is it meditation if I’m thinking about work?

Waiting for the storms to pass

It howled last night.  Wind rushed through the valley and battered my little tent. It poured, but — unlike the Great Divide trip — this time I had the real tent.  I only had to go out once, squatting like a caveman, pounding two stakes back into the ground.  This is me in the morning light, waiting patiently for the storm to pass so that I can get in the kayak without worrying about being struck by lightning while the winds drive me into the opposite shore.  It’s a very flattering picture; I’m surprised no one from GQ has used my contact info.

By 8:30, I was on the water again, as relaxed as I’ve been in a month.  I actually read my book for a while and took silly photos (they’re below) before simply reviewing what the heck is going on in my life.  It’s funny how much easier it was to think about life while driving to Pennsylvania and out on the lake than it is at home.  At home, I have too many things cooking at once.  Driving only allows two things:  pay attention to the road and let the mind drift.  Leaning back in the kayak means not even having to pay attention!  What joy.

Answers?  Nope.  None.  There’s some stuff I should do when I get home and there’s some stuff I should plan for but there’s also time enough to try to do them this weekend.  Then I think it should be bike and kayak back on the car and another three days out.

Manly man kayaking.

Yes, I love the little camera apps.  But only for their schtick.  It’s much more fun to take ‘real’ photos with a ‘real’ camera and then work on them little by little until they re-create the picture I imagine I once saw.  Alas, I’m too new to the kayak to dare take a camera that requires coordination!

shout out to Mary Hayes

My lovely sister Mary read my coffee post with dismay.  She realized that I was struggling to cover the coffee question for the trip and acted quickly.  An oddly wrapped package arrived just a day before the road trip to Delaware and I brought everything to the beach house.

Lo and behold:  a slick coffee grinder with storage space for the beans (about four cups worth) seamlessly integrated with a jar for holding the ground coffee.  The detachable handle provides leverage and the ceramic insides provide a better grind than my electric machine at home.  Mary is my coffee savior.

Even better, I had the wit to fill it with coffee before departing Hastings!  Good thing, as my wife, Dad, and I have very different ideas of what makes a good cup.  Here you see me grinding away.  The joyful results follow.

I enlisted my wife to take photographs but the oddity of the tablet proved too much.  My other lovely daughter, Lia, found it all a giggle and assured me that everything would improve with a better picture of her.  Thus one whimsical picture of us both, over coffee, and a final one of her.  No coffee, no dad.  Just shamelessly upgrading the post with a smile.

Thanks, Mary.  :-)

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Hay que hacerlo

Another moody self-portrait — my favorite!  This one is a long exposure taken while I fussed over the bike last night.  I added ‘mountain dropouts,’ which take the long flat bar typical of the mountain bike and add the dropped hand position so beloved of road racers.  I’ve never really been a fan of the dropped position, even when toodling along on a road bike, so I put them in upside down!  It’s mostly for fun; I don’t know what I could possibly have been thinking when I ordered them.  Damn internet!  After putting the package in a garage a couple of weeks ago, I finally decided to simply try them.  I’ll either like them or I wouldn’t.  Better to figure it out than leave it hanging.

The spanish phrase above translates literally to, “You have to do it.”  It really means, “It has to be done,” and the implication is that you’re the one who has to suck it up.  I was talking this morning with a man working on my neighbor’s gutters and drainpipes.  I was happy to take a break from laboriously digging out dozens of vines and we took pleasure in lamenting the near constant rain that has marked the east coast for a month.  He remarked that he cleaned the gutters for my neighbor twice a year, emphasizing the importance of regular upkeep.  Studiously diffident, he hazarded that it might be time for me to clean the gutters of my own house.  He wasn’t even suggesting that I hire him; he saw me working all morning and was only looking to help me reset my priorities.  Stacking wood, digging up roots, and whatnot were all well and good, but the gutters were due for a cleaning.  When I demurred, he murmured, “arbelitos (little trees),” which were sure enough sprouting up there, a spring’s worth of maple seeds and rain.  I had a ton of reasons why I hadn’t cleaned them out and he nodded diffidently at them all.  In the end he simply remarked “Si… pero hay que hacerlo,” before turning back to his own responsibilities.

I thought about that last line all day, turning it over and over in my mind.  I put off things and often hit the gym rather than argue.  It’s difficult to quantify the cost of avoidance, and usually pretty easy to figure out how much you don’t want to do something.  Sometimes my bike rides bring me peace, but sometimes they unleash far more turmoil than I can burn off turning the cranks.  I might be better off figuring out now and then what has to get done and simply doing it.  We’ll see.  I’ve already knocked off two things today that I’ve been avoiding and all it cost me was some time and money.  Imagine a wry grin here.  I’m also going to have to bite the bullet and accept that replacing the keyboard won’t be the cheap and easy job I’d imagined.  You can see my earnest, but ultimately unsuccessful, efforts below.

not fixing the laptop

these are not the fingers we should be using for pushing ribbon cable into little dark spots.