Showing posts from September, 2012

In which it's not really "solo" if a friend goes along for the ride

Fiddle and I try to get out on the trails at least twice a week, just to stay sane.  

We both need to be surrounded by trees and NOT surrounded by walls as much as possible...

...and besides, it's quiet out there.  No computers, no phones (cell phones work only intermittently on our regular training routes), no machines of any kind....

...unless you count logging machines.

This rather odd contraption has been parked in the middle of our trail for a couple of weeks.  Yesterday when we were in that area, we found out why:  they've started logging that sector. I took really lousy video of the tree cutting and processing with my phone, but it doesn't show the action and noise very well.  You can see and hear the same kind of activity more clearly on the videos that I included in THIS 2011 POST.

I get a lot of queries about riding alone, especially from other riders.

They look around, always a little frantically.  Then comes the question:
"You're all alone?"


In which there is a brief warning from literature, and we catch up

"WINTER IS COMING."  --George R.R. Martin
The progression of seasons is never completely out of my mind, but perhaps more than usual during the beautiful extended-warm-and-sunny weather we've been having in the Swampland for the past few weeks.  I know it won't last.

The Usual Suspects are all native Swamplanders, so when a "last picnic of the Summer" was proposed, we all enthusiastically stuffed the saddle bags with delicacies and headed out into what may be the last sunny weekend we have...for months.

Fiddle and I have been enjoying the sunshine on solo rides as well, storing up "blue sky prints" in our eyeballs that will need to last us through the gloomy bits of fall, winter, and spring.

I've also been writing my tailfeathers off.

The finished manuscript for Endurance 101  was delivered on-time to the publisher on August 31st...but there's still plenty to do, including talking about the layout, the website, and the press releases.


In which we counteract the sedentary nature of writing books

Writing two books in a single year has been...challenging.  The two projects are completely different, (Endurance 101 and Sex in the Library), so there's not much chance that I'll get them confused...(although there have been some awkward moments when I've sent a file marked "Chapter 1"  to the wrong editor...I now name files more distinctly!) There has been a very unwelcome side effect of all this writing:  I'm getting fatter from all that writing and sitting.

When a FB friend posted pictures of her walking desk, I immediately wanted one.  Then, when Mel's mom posted pictures of HER walking desk, I got out some scrap lumber and the cordless drill and got busy.

Funder is building one too.  She is a skilled carpenter, and hers will probably be beautiful.  Mine relies on camping-girl technology, like these handy little rubber bungy cords.

Mine is distinctly functional,rather than beautiful.

...andI've walked about a mile while writing this blog post!


In which washing and de-floofing the floofs does not make them less floofy

They look just fine from a distance...

...but get a little closer (especially to Luna) and you can see stuff
in her floof.

Moss, twigs, dirt.  And worse.

Luna's foot is floofy, even on the bottom.

One dog's worth of floof = almost enough spare floof to clothe an entire extra dog!
Next step:

Look Ma!

We're still floofy!

In which news about Endurance 101 is shared with the blog-folk

Our tentative timeline had this line in it:  "submitted mostly-final ms to publisher : August 31st."

And at 10am on August 31st, I emailed the file.

(Then I went riding).

Today, we have cover art to share!

Coming soon:  more from the book.

If you haven't "liked" us on Facebook, go NOW and share the page with your friends to enter your name in the drawing for a free autographed copy!

In which there is a Crisis, and we turn it into a block party

Regular readers of this blog have probably noticed that I don't like emergencies.

A lot of our lives at Haiku Farm go into planning around emergencies so that they don't happen:  we stock up on firewood during warm summer months, we wear helmets, seat belts and safety goggles when those things are warranted, and we built our farm in  a low-key, non-exciting mostly-agricultural community.
I was very surprised to get a text from a friend yesterday:  "Are you okay?  Do you need to stay at our place in town [Everett] tonight during the Emergency?"

Huh?  Our family was at the county fair, oblivious to the Bad Doings on the road near our home.

Back in the Olden Days when I studied karate, we learned that the best place to be in a fight was on the other side of town, drinking tea with a friend.  When I was working as a teacher, I told my students that the best place to be in a food-fight was in the library, studying for a test.  In other words, if you pay close attention to…