Raincharm’s Weblog

As I was sitting at the Mariners game last night, slightly bundled against the late inning chill, I was noting that the crowd was small – but could still be called a crowd. At almost 9 (7th inning) I started thinking about what I could get done at home later that evening.

When we arrived home (10:30-11) we turned on the MLB channel. Wanted to see the three memorable plays from the Ms game, with the benefit of replay. Now the Ms lost, so we weren’t reliving too much glory. The plays:

• Shortstop dive – flip to second for a force, throw to first for the double play. Really well done.
• Outfield error by center fielder, batter rounds second and almost to third when he realizes the runner in front is being sent back to third by the 3rd base coach, so he brakes and races back toward second, landing on the bag just before the pitcher arrives to catch the ball being thrown in from the outfield – the runner was called out. We did not agree with the call.
• Jose Lopez hits a pop-up to the infield. 2nd and 3rd set themselves and watch the ball, which lands untouched between them. Now, that was funny.

So, which highlights did I finally see – the first two. Confirmed the first, and did not confirm the second. The third? Nowhere to be seen. I am sure it will make the blooper reels for years to come. Also noted that some teams, that are in the race for the post season, appear to be drawing fewer fans than the Mariners. Don’t quite get it. Maybe it was the $2 minor league hot dogs last night (yes, I had one). Rey – it that a 10×1 or an 8×1 or what did you call them?

So this morning, fall has arrived in all of its wet glory. No scattered showers. This is refered to as a wall of water.
Maybe it is to appease those kids that have to start school today. [Seattle does not start until next Wednesday, but many of the area schools are starting this week.]

I notice that my time for blogging is all over the map clock. This morning’s blog is thanks to my car-pooler who called in groggy and running late.

Yesterday I did a formal training walk (one organized by someone and posted for any and all to join). The formal walks are especially good for the longer distances, when you might get bored, or be tempted to shorten. They are supportive, show me new places around this area that I have not seen before, and most of all – allow you to meet some really nice people.

Yesterdays walk came in at just under 16 miles, and had about 20 people. Many had walked 18 miles on Saturday and were really testing their current limits. But all-in-all it went well. Nobody got onto the sag-car. Not even the 6-month pregnant woman or the woman who had only done 10 miles maximum this year due to a hamstring injury. 

I reconnected with a few women I had spoken to before, and got to know a few more much better. As I have said before, I realize that I have no real problems in my life. There are annoyances and issues, but really am pretty lucky. One woman I met is recovering (well) from breast cancer and her husband departing on the day of her second to last chemo treatment. Talk about piling stressors on top of one another. She is viewing the walk as a likely cathartic event for her.

I fell asleep earlier than normal last night – didn’t even get to the crossword puzzle, or writing letters, or doing some work, or housework. I basically just fell asleep. Today I woke with the alarm, and was ready to get up – and could move right in to getting to work. This is because Ashlan is taking this last week off to play pack. I guess nobody told Carl because he was making her lunch this morning along with mine.

And since I am at work – time to start.

But that does not mean that we have slept. It only means that it has been a sleepy day.

We got up at the normal time (for work). And since it is a weekend, it must involve long walks.
So, instead of joining other walkers for the prescribed 18 miles today, I had Carl join me and we walked 11 miles.
I showed him some of the tricks I have learned about walking around the city. There are a few roads and waterways and railroad tracks that must be dealt with. If you walk a lot you learn the places that are available to get across and around.

Today I introduced him to the 41st Street pedestrian overpass to cross Aurora (Hwy 99). This is the sort of structure you can pass everyday, and not notice that it is there. Later we crossed the Helix pedestrian bridge over the railroad yard, that takes you to the north end of Myrtle Edwards park. (Really somewhere in the middle of a very long pedestrian/bikeway along the Puget Sound, north of downtown. The crossing allowed us to traverse a few miles next to the water, instead of through downtown streets. (I used a simple cut and paste at a try for a picture, so it may not actually publish.)

The walk ended, as many do, at Safeco Field. Home of the anemic Seattle Mariners. But with temperatures in the mid-60’s and the sun out, I was mostly comfortable. Comfortable enough to try to use Carl’s shoulder as a bed.

I was going to walk the 6-1/2 miles home, and get close to my 18. But I decided I was ready to take a break. Tomorrow is scheduled for 15-16 miles. I think that will be enough for the weekend.

Mish-mash pretty much describes me today.

I have been working on a problem that should not really be a problem, except that there are so many sources of data and different ways to slice and dice them. And when you use them in certain ways, it doesn’t always end up really matching the source from whence it came. And if was several months ago that the original data play began, remembering what you did exactly can be difficult.

And the day is interrupted by different things here and there, like lunch with your new boss (starting in October) and several other work-mates. Trying to make a reasonable impression, and just get to know him and his wife a bit better. The biggest issue at work right now is, “What are we going to do about what to call you guys.” You see, his name is Jay too. Now we have multiple John/Jon’s, Jim’s and James, 3 Mikes and a Jan and Janet. I think we might be able to tolerate two Jay’s.

So I figured out the inconsistency, and set about correcting the erroneous misleading table of data. But then of course the day ended before I could complete this task. So chances are I will have to reorient my brain when I look at it again.

Usually if I am in the middle of a muddle I will just stay at work until I can fight my way out of the woods. But, this was Ashlan’s last day, she had tickets to the game, it is a big crowd give-away day, and she had declared she was going to leave at 4:30 with or without me. (Of course if she left without me she would have to find a place to park, which would have lost all of the time spent waiting for me to finish … As it turns out I was ready to leave (even though I was in the middle of my muddle) before Ashlan. She was trying to be respectful and clean up her area before departing.

So we drove down to the mish-mash that is the traffic around Safeco Field on a big giveaway game night. And we kind of had to go twice. The first was a mere glancing blow at the field area, but we caromed off to go find the other car that had carried Carl and Jet to the stadium. In the car were Ashlan’s coat, dinner, mitt and other items. Then we took aim at the mass of vehicles and humanity that surrounded the stadium. As we paralleled the right field/1st base edge Ashlan finally decided it would be faster to walk than wait for me to actually reach the Will Call booth. (She was dropping a ticket for a friend.) I lost track of her before I passed the Right-field entrance line that looped around itself a few times, past Will Call and the Home Plate entrance (where I could not tell the line from the general mass of humanity), past the 3rd base side and then I sailed past the Left Field entrance heading to the Hwy 99 viaduct.

The Viaduct carries traffic through/past downtown without needing to go through all of the pesky traffic lights. And it does it with a view. Unfortunately, it was built on fill in the tide flats several decades ago, and threatens to fall with every temblor. It is scheduled for destruction. (Its removal will also open up views for many buildings of the Puget Sound.) The current plan is to replace the viaduct with a tunnel. The tunnel will continue the bypass of the downtown core, but without the view. Others say, “Just tear it down and let the traffic filter through downtown, or they will jump over to I-5 (and its gridlock).” I don’t think those people really understand that most people on the viaduct are passing town, not stopping, and adding that enormous number of cars to downtown is not going to help. Of course, the newish Seattle Mayor is a NO TUNNEL advocate. He softened his stance to get elected, but is working on ways to “slow” with an aim to “stop” the project. The viaduct will be torn down, and then we will have to WAIT until the slowing and stopping of the traffic finally speeds up the approval for the tunnel. Anyway … I am rambling.

Because my brain is full of mish and mash.

Not quite the whole story

Looking Good

I feel like a teenager again

My blue friend is happy too. (Not creepy at all.)

This is a word that can be used to describe many of the things I try to do.
Today we were being taught about proper lifting techniques, so you can see where this word would be used to describe many techniques used by the untrained, and even by the trained.

As I was watching the powerpoint slides, my eyes rested on this word.
I think its spelling helps the meaning of the word.
Who would think to put the combination of “wkw” together.
Maybe a wild kayak woman, but really, how many others.

Just a thought.
It was a good presentation, and we even did some stretching.
When I asked Ashlan and her summer work partner if they had learned anything, the answer given (just as the boss walked by) was, “I learned what we have to look forward to in a couple of decades.”

So, I took the laminated stretching handout, and will try to make them a habit during the work day. Why wait until I am at home!

I love weekend breakfasts. Enjoying a cup of coffee at a neighborhood cafe, with more carbohydrates than I should have, and of course a slice of bacon.

We went out for breakfast this morning, and even Ashlan joined us.
Of course the breakfast was at 2 PM. Luckily they were still serving.

The morning started a little later than the last many days, but only by accident.
I had a training walking scheduled (12+ miles), but starting at 8 AM instead of 7 AM.
Carl also had a morning engagement, and we both woke up and off he went.
Then, luckily for me, he called to say that because of the rain he was not expecting many friends, would be home earlier than expected, and was I still walking?

Well, yes I was still walking, and could he tell me what time it was?
7:45 AM. …!!!!!!

15 minutes to get up, dressed, teeth brushed, out the door and over to the meeting place. Thankfully, I had a car to use, and only had myself to roust. I was a minute or two late, but ready to go. Of course, there was no coffee and a lack of a real breakfast.

This group sets a fast pace, but I was able to keep up. And on the stairs, 298 steps, I was actually going faster than most (purely personal preference). On the good side, you miss more raindrops when you move quickly, and it meant that the walk was finished at an earlier hour. And as we finished the walk, the sun came out.

And we went out to breakfast.

Seattle, on foot, again.
And for the next month I do not think I will have the pleasure of sleeping in.
It is serious training time.
Today’s total = 15.3 miles.
Tomorrow is projected at 13ish.
I am looking at a walk that includes 298 steps – up. But I think I will sign up for that walk, rather than one that sounds like it is going to cover some ground that I have walked several times recently.

Next week is the big back-to-back, at 18 then 15.
But since I did 17 and 14 last week I should be OK.

Time to find some lunch.

After - Before

*No quite, but close

A few pounds lighter - all above the neck

Of course, if you have not seen me for a few years this is nothing new or spectacular. But for those I have seen recently – it is new.
I did the Locks of Love thing, and I heard them say they need at least 10 inches to use the hair, so it was at least that much taken off. I hope somebody doesn’t mind a little grey.

We have lived in this particular house for about 16 years now.
The man we bought it from lived here more than 50 years.
He left a lot of stuff. We are still finding new things. Well, old things.

We just found a screen for the back door.
What a joy for those hot days to get a breeze going.

You can tell what the weather is normally like here by the fact that we did not buy a different back door, with a screen, years ago. The doors are old – so replacement parts are not always readily available.

The screen was in the back corner of the garage, wrapped in brown paper.
I wonder what other nuggets exist in the recesses of the house.
Maybe I should consider it a treasure hunt rather than a house cleaning.