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It’s me again

I haven’t posted in close to two months. To be honest, I just don’t have that “passion” for self-expression that other writers seem to build on. On top of that, I get little to no feedback, including from the person who encouraged me to write almost daily, as she did. (She said she wanted to stay in touch, but she didn’t say anything about the posts. Her health deteriorated since then and she has passed on.)

Also, I’ve been taking classes online through an outfit called edX. They are free unless I want a certificate to prove I took a given class. I’m just taking them for fun, but they take up a good bit of my time.

Digital Camera

I think I posted about the front shifter cable breaking on the Diamondback. During the winter, I didn’t worry about it because I didn’t have enough energy to use anything but the low gears anyhow. As the temperatures have risen, so has my energy level. I finally fixed the cable last week and got back to riding that one, which is still the “good” bike as far as actually riding.

4-24-2017 Stream near Eureka Ave on Camp Chase Trl

This picture comes from the trail that runs near my place. I couldn’t find a name for the stream, but the trail crosses it a 5-minute bicycle ride from home. By the way, this is in the Hilltop neighborhood, near Eureka Avenue. We have more going on here in Columbus and in the Hilltop than the crime you see on TV.

One of my goals for a while now is to ride a bike to London, Ohio, and camp for free at a little facility along the trail. I will give myself a day to ride the 22 miles, then come back the next day. One way I’m building up to that came today. I rode to Batelle-Darby Metro Park and back.

Batelle Metro Park 2

(These are cell phone pictures on a free phone. The quality kind of stinks, but I didn’t think to bring my camera.)

I didn’t remember to take breaks on the way down, and I only took one bottle of water. When I finally reached a place in the park (south part of it) that had water, the water was rusty and it didn’t clear up when I kept pumping for a while. Coming up the hill when I headed back, I realized that I had a wind to my right front. I made my way home with three breaks.

The good news is that I did it. The bad news is that once I sat down here I did nothing for three hours. I need much more stamina to do this distance (18 miles) without quite a bit of misery afterward.

I also need to improve my system so that I have much more water onboard. I might need to buy still another bike when I can. I’ve owned a couple of recumbent bikes in the past. Those are bikes that have a very different riding position, sort of laid back as in the next picture, which I found on the Internet. (This one is a Rans V, which I’ll never be able to afford.)

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/99/Rans_V_recumbent_bicycle.JPG/512px-Rans_V_recumbent_bicycle.JPG

Recumbents do far better riding into the wind, and the wind blows almost all the time in this flat country. I won’t have the money (mostly $500 and up) for one of those any time soon, but eventually I’ll probably get another recumbent.

Other than that, Loretta and I finally got our dissolution of marriage. We got a bill for it, too. It will be 50% each, and that will be payments. We’re still friends.

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Ok, but living quietly

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Stolen from Wendy Usually Wanders

Asthma, arthritis, attention deficit¬† . . . that’s just the A’s. I’m feeling it with the weather swings. I’m ok, but I’m not doing anything interesting enough (even to me) to make a good posting. I asked a friend who has asthma and has traveled a lot how different places affect her breathing, and she singled out the humidity in Ohio as a problem. Yep. That and the fact that the weather changes radically from day to day here. Today was 25 degrees colder at 5 p.m. than yesterday. Tomorrow, snow. The next day, who knows? Tornadoes? Waterspouts?

Up and down and Up

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Here’s a picture from the park on Yule, December 21. For once, the season in Ohio matched the calendar. I had a nice, contemplative holiday. For us, this is the beginning of the year and a time of re-birth. That’s what I need about now.

On the way home, the bus had to re-route around a big fire caused by a gas leak and explosion. The driver couldn’t handle the re-route and it got long and strange. We were near that fire much longer than is good for me. I finally got home, which is a mile from where the fire was still burning. My asthma/sinus/whatever is still reacting to either that, a weather change, or both. Many of my friends are sick with one thing or another.

This past Friday, I finally got a new prescription for the hypersomnia after a two-week snafu. (There’s nothing else like the combination of poverty and the medical industry.) The new medicine does seem to keep me awake. My sense of time has changed, and I think I had been having “micro-sleep” before, where I check out for a few seconds without realizing it. Also, in a very odd development, my typing skill has returned to its previous professional level after gradually dropping off for several years. Weird. However, I have been having some odd sensations and what not that might be side effects, the asthma/COPD/whatever lung issues or just the tail end of a rough year.

Wednesday or Thursday, I managed to lose my new neck warmer. This is not good. We are in a warm spell at the moment, but I need to cover my mouth even now. So yesterday, money came in the mail, a gift from an old friend. (Thanks D!) I decided to rush out and replace the neck warmer with whatever I could find. I walked into Walmart just before 5 p.m. on Christmas Eve. I wish I had video of that. It would give me a way to re-define the word “chaos.” Thanks to loving Greater Powers and time in recovery, I was able to find a balaclava (ski mask) and a couple of other items. I even had a nice conversation with the gentleman ahead of me in line. Then I got on the bus and went straight to my meeting and had a really good meeting there.

Today, I went to my usual Sunday morning meeting and another this evening. This is not a Hallmark Christmas, but the gifts are the best.

Do I Look Hungry?

Here’s what I look like this morning (sorry for the blurry picture):

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2016-11-25 Profile picture with smile

People have been offering to feed me lately, and I don’t understand it. A few weeks ago, I boarded a bus. In a few seconds, the rider across the aisle started telling me how the shelter downtown offers free meals. I imagine he needed them much more than me. Yesterday, the building manager here offered me a Thanksgiving plate two separate times. Ok, I’m sure she has “issues” of some sort, but that’s another person wanting me to eat. Between those two times, I rode my bike down the nearby trail to check on progress. (None.) When I came onto the trail (from an apartment complex located there), I saw a couple crossing it further up. I’m guessing they live in the little neighborhood on that side of the trail. As I passed them, they offered me a plate of food, too. Then they asked if I knew where “George” was and said they’d been looking for him. Homeless people live in that area, probably including George. I imagine they thought I was also homeless and might know him.

Do I really look homeless and hungry?

Not voting this time

I tried to vote yesterday in the Ohio primary, even though the Green Party, with whom I’m registered, does not have much of a primary out here in Knox County. The State of Ohio has decided not to send absentee ballots to registered voters unless they go through a request process and that made it a little harder before the rest of this adventure began. I shudder to think what might be involved in that request process.

So I got caught up in one thing or another in the “early” voting period and went to the Board of Elections on Election Day, yesterday. I usually vote there early, but yesterday they told me that I had to go to the precinct. I was already close to a mile from home on my bicycle, but I went further away¬†to the precinct. Knowing that Ohio has a mean streak about letting poor people vote, I had my ID ready. My current, valid, in-state driver license did not satisfy the lady behind the table. It seems my current address was not on the license. I had updated my address with the BMV and continued with the same physical card. That did not do the job at the precinct. At that point, I gave up. I feel even more disgusted than I already was with politicians.