WOW. It bucketed down today — till mid-afternoon. Torrential rain & gusty winds. WHAT TO DO?
I could have tried waiting until it stopped — BUT then it might be getting dark, & I PREFER to limit my ‘night walks‘ to 2-miles or below. Plus, I wasn’t sure whether the dog wanted to go out. He did NOT. He was NOT having anything to do with this weather.
I, as I had done a month ago, wore TWO layers of outerwear. It kind of works. Outer latey gets soaked.
Snow is ALWAY much better than rain! Trust me. I know. Rain is wet. Snow not as much. When the ground is FROZEN (as it was today) they are BOTH slippery. That was an issue.
I wear the yellow glasses to keep the rain from my eyes. Pretty simple. Logical.
Well, I did 10,589 steps in this rain. SMILE. Felt good. I was SOAKED. But, I think I will live.
NO. Not I. Don’t know them. School kids. Joys of remote schooling during COVID.
Cracked me up.
DANGEROUS, but clever.
I would have PREFERRED if the rider had NOT kept his leg out, as he rode — hopefully to ‘break the fall’. My fear was that if the bike did slip, sideways, and he fell, he would break his leg.
They were having fun. They covered a fair amount of lake & I did NOT see them fall. That was good.
This is CLASSIC New Hampshire.
Check Category ‘New Hampshire‘.
by Anura Guruge
TODAY — prior to …
Maya was euthanized, at home, around 1:20pm today.
[Since we discovered that vets will come to your home, we have opted for this. It is SO MUCH less distressing for them. They are at home. They have not been carted to the vets. It is well worth the additional cost.]
She had very severe cancer, with a HUGE tumor on her flank & numerous others all over her body. We did not want her to suffer. She was fine till the end and was chasing squirrels 3-hours before. But, this was the right time.
She would have been 10 in May.
I have had quite a few dogs but I spent more time with Maya than with any of the others. Timing. She came into my life as I was ‘retiring’ (or at least NOT working for money) & ramping up the amount of time I spent running/walking. She loved to walk & even a month ago she would go for 4-mile walks with I.
She was ‘my girl’. I tended to call her ‘girl’ or ‘my girl’ more than ‘Maya’. She knew she was ‘girl’. She responded to that. I also happen to call my 14-year old, my youngest, ‘girl’. Sometimes my daughter will inquire, which one are you talking to! Often they would both come when I called out ‘girl’.
She was happy. A very happy dog & there was no reason for not to be. She was spoilt.
We still have Braxton, our Harrier. So, I have a dog & we went for our evening walk. Yes, we will get another dog ‘soon’. But, it is unlikely to be another golden.
Her last birthday. Her 9th. May 2020.
Our lake, ‘Halfmoon Lake‘ in Central New Hampshire. I am sure this is the earliest I have ever walked on it. To make it more interesting, it was VIRGIN snow. No snowmobile tracks on the main body of the lake. There was not even any animal prints once I moved away from our beach. Yes, someone had drawn a BIG heart by the beach — the bottom left picture (above).
I am leery when there are no snowmobile tracks. My logical is simple but impeccable. If the ice can support the weight of a snowmobile, I am all set.
But, as you can see from the GPS track, way up at the top, I did NOT venture too far from the shores. It is shallow close to the shore. So, if I fell in, I would only go as far as my waist. I can deal with that. Fallen through the ice 5-times before. SMILE.
It was a Goldilocks storm! Just the right level of both ice & snow. Not enough to cause any damage & necessitate much shovelling, but plenty enough to create an enchanting landscape. It was pretty. Then a couple of hours later it warmed up & was all gone!
Search ‘ice’ & ‘snow’.
Busting my knee on February 28, 2019, when I slipped on ice, & the amazingly successful surgery a week later, proved to be an EYE OPENER, a turning-point in my life. I had been walking/running prior to that, BUT my busted knee (& pre-diabetic blood glucose levels) told me that I had to UP my game.
It has now become second nature. I just put in the steps.
So, it can be done.
IF I can do it, then anyone can.
Having A Woodpecker Visit You On New Year’s Day Is Supposed To Be Very Auspices (For OBVIOUS Reasons).
YOU do get it … right?
Woodpecker? Yes? No?
Just take my word. It does NOT get any better than this. Made my day.
Yes, this is my personal, OFFICE bird feeder, 45′ off the ground, 5′ from my right hand … as I type.
Yes, I have TWO (2) hula-hoop girls on my windowsill. Don’t YOU?
Search ‘bird feeders’.
Heard it last night, on the 11pm BBC World News, during my postprandial walk.
45-minutes of exercise, 3-times a week has shown to SLOW down the spread of grey hair.
THIS STRUCK A CHORD!
Why. Within the last month my 14-year old had commented that THE AMOUNT of grey hair I have has not changed much in 5-years. That it has been the same as long as she can remember. I told her that it must be my genes.
But, appears NOT to be the case. They now reckon that genetics only play a 30% role in grey hair.
Well, I exercise, WITHOUT FAIL, 150-minutes a DAY, 7 days a week. That is over 7x (7 times) the recommended level.
Could that be it?