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Friday, May 25, 2012

Making It Up As I Go Along #507


Stupid
Stupid makes the world go ‘round
How else can you explain?
With Sham-Wow Vince a multi-millionaire
Despite lack of reasonable brain.

Stupid keeps species alive
Just look at the wild turkey
It’s startled by its own shadow
And runs off all herky jerky.

Stupid runs democracy
Attack ads pave the way
Talking down to the dimwit
Spewed catch phrases in mind do stay.

Stupid lives in religion too
Look down south before hurricane
When they sit there in god’s hands
Claiming mighty storm just a little rain.

Perhaps the world needs stupid
Maybe there are no smart
It’s all a matter of perspective
And all that counts is heart.


FRIDAY…
--- Dayshift day but I take it off.  Almost think it was for not as I wake at 5:00 AM… but I get back to sleep and am pretty well rested when up by 9:30.
--- Walk to Farm Boy.  My guess was about right… it’s just a shade under one hour each way.  So groceries ends up being a two hour process and I’m tired by the time I’m back… but it’s a nice bit of easy exercise.
--- Afternoon nap and some TV round out the day.

SATURDAY…
--- Didn’t sleep great and am tired at work today.  A drink on a patio with Sarah and Phil make for a relaxing end of things.

SUNDAY…
--- Walk then work nights.  Fairly quiet one.

MONDAY…
--- Holiday Monday but I’m working nights again.  Very hot and sticky at work… AC still not on… ridiculous that such things are actually controlled by Toronto.
--- Play ball today too.  I pitch and we win… a fun game and better outing than the inning I pitched a few weeks ago.

TUESDAY…
--- Short walk and some TV in the late morning after I get up.  Showers cut the walk off some.
--- Last physio session.  We have decided the shoulder is good to go as long as I keep the exercises going on my own.  Been going to physio for at least once a week for the past 14 months… so it’s been a long time coming.
--- Some groceries after physio and a ball game on TV in the evening.

WEDNESDAY…
--- RCMP softball practice game.  I’m put in centre field.  Fun to run around with my big glove but the shoulder is tired and the muscles sore by the time it’s done… and I wasn’t able to throw too hard or far.  On the good side of it… a little ice and rest and the shoulder is back to fine the next day… so it’s just strengthening that’s going on right now… not damaging. 

THURSDAY…
--- Long walk… some TV… not much else.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Making It Up As I Go Along #506


May 16th

The morning brings showers.  Enough rain that I’m thinking of making it an indoors day today.  No walk at all I’m thinking.  I’m already stranded from a car point of view.  My car stuck in the garage as the asphalt of the driveway cools and hardens.  So maybe I should just relax inside for the day.

In Newfoundland, rainy days usually seem to stay rainy.  If you wake up to a steady rain, chances are pretty good you’ll go to bed with the same steadiness. 

Ottawa has rainy days to be sure.  But you can’t bank on the idea that because it’s raining now, it will be raining in a few hours too.  And that’s the case today.  After a bit of lunch, I see the clouds lightening up enough to show a dry afternoon and I decide to venture out after all.

A quick walk, is my thought.  I’ll just do the Crushed Stone Trail. 

The trails across the street from me each have their own characteristics and length of time to walk.  I’m getting to know each trail as if it’s a living being. 

For instance, the Creek Trail (What I call it in my head) is the woods trail that goes straight parallel to my house… it’s short and fast… a straight line running along the creek until you come to the fence of one of the long time neighbours.  This trail is short and easy… not too muddy or wet… not much time… a few scenic views along the way… there and back again in ten minutes.  This one isn’t so much a walk as a little aside to be taken during the main walk.  Perhaps a cool down… the final stretch.

If you turn right instead of left at the Creek Trail, you head down the Meadow Trail (again, my name for it… I don’t know any official names for any of these trails).  The Meadow Trail runs parallel to the other Townhouses of Trailsedge Way… the ones around the corner.  And yes… there’s a few small meadows here.  Robins hop along checking the place out… only to flutter into trees as you come through.  They aren’t terribly bright though.  They’ll head for trees in front of you… then as you close that distance, they feel threatened and flap over to another tree ahead.  This goes on and on… a procession for my walk along this trail. 

The end of the Meadow Trail is wet.  Muddy water means you have to skirt the trail and tightrope along some fallen trees or brush before the trail pops out at the far end of Trailsedge, only five minutes down from my house.  This trail is often the tail end of my walks… do this and then follow it with a quick walk along the roads of the neighbourhood before getting back to my place.

The Deep Wood Trail isn’t really deep into the woods… simply because there are no real deep woods here.  But it does bring you into the woods fully… immerses you.  You enter this one across the street from my place and pop out again only about five minutes further up towards the power line corridor… but the trek is more round about then that and you can be in there for at least ten and more often fifteen minutes.  You enter it crossing the creek.  It’s an earth bridge where you can pause and check out the water.  I’ve seen small fish here sometimes… startled the beaver another.    And once you leave the bridge, you enter a fern forest.  Ferns are everywhere for the first few hundred feet of the trail.  But they give way to a more mature forest… muddy in sections… outright wet with rain pools in others.  But where the trail is dry and undulating, you feel like you’re hiking in the middle of the wilderness as you pick up pace and hear the crunch of twigs beneath your feet. 

There’s several more trails in the area. 

The Green Straight that gives a shortcut from the crushed stone trail… shooting you through the woods from the near pond to the power line corridor. 

The Parallel Trail… which runs through the woods parallel to the crushed stone trail.  This one always makes me feel like Bigfoot, plodding through the woods and startling those neighbours who stick to the crushed stone… unaware of my presence until the crack of a twig and sudden movement of swinging arms.

The Far Woods Trail… a five minute trail going from where the crushed stone ends and brings you to a far meadow.

The Run Off Trail… that cuts through the woods in a straight line towards Innes Road.  A great ditch has been dug here where water runs out from the woods and makes its way to the ponds.

Jump over the ditch further up the Run Off Trail and you come to the Skidoo Trails.  Grassy roads that bring you through fields and put you within sight of the movie cinema.  In the winter, this area is groomed for skidoos.

And the Skidoo Trails come out half way up the power line corridor.  Go straight across, and you hit the big empty space where geese spend the night and moose and deer tracks can be seen.  This area will soon be developed with more housing.  But now you can trek over the barren land as if walking through a post apocalyptic wasteland.  And on the far side of it, you can hop back into the woods and meet up with the Deep Woods Trail. 

Turn left at the power line corridor, and you head to Mer Bleue Road.  And turn right, you go back down towards the ponds and Crushed Stone Trail.

And this trail… the crushed stone one… is the one most used.  It goes along the four ponds and cuts through the power line corridor.  To go from one end of it to the other, at a good paced walk, is around twelve minutes.  Meaning just this trail alone, to the end and back, is a half hour walk.

So… now that the majority of the trails have been introduced… My usual walks end up being a combination of several of these trails.  For instance, my most common walk has me doing the Crushed Stone, incorporating the Far Woods, backtracking to the Parallel Trail, cutting down to the Meadow Trail, and finish on the streets of Trailsedge for a good 45-60 minute walk.

Today, though, my plan was to be short.  Crushed Stone and that’s it.  Get home again in a half hour.  Things change.

I’m drawn to the Green Straight.  It’s just too green looking after the rain… I can’t pass it by.  This will lop off almost five minutes of walk time however… not good for my exercise.  So picking up the pace when I emerge from the Green Straight and rejoin the Crushed Stone, I’m trying to get the heart rate going.  I shoot across the power line corridor and am turning the corner to the far pond when I look across and am forced to stop dead in my tracks.  MOOSE.

The moose are at the far end of the pond.  Nibbling on tree branches.  There are two of them… both looking young… one out boldly having a munch on the young leaves of a tree planted on the edge of the pond… the other, more timid, hanging back in the woods, eating from the more mature trees.

And my first thought is “there goes the exercise portion of my walk.”  I’m here for fifteen minutes.  Staying still… taking pictures… watching what they’ll do next. 

The moose spot me.  And after a few minutes of tolerating my presence, make their way in through the far woods. 

I begin my walk again… meaning to do the end of the Crushed Stone… but decide to stop as I get closer to the edge of the woods where they just went.  I figure if one of those moose was the mother, and I get too close for their liking, I could be getting myself into some trouble. 

So I turn about… having not completed the Crushed Stone and having done the short cut of the Green Straight before this… I feel like I’ve gotten no exercise. 

So energized by the moose encounter, I decide to venture further than normal.  I hit the power line corridor and make a plan to walk to Mer Bleue Road… a walk I estimate to be about a half hour one way.

Sandpipers wonder what I’m doing there.  They fly away from standing pools of water and scurry along the sandy soil on the other side of the corridor.  And a surprise greets me two thirds of the way along.  Another pond. 

Where the ponds near my place are man made and fed by the creek as well as neighbourhood drainage, this pond is natural.  Small… scarred on one edge from the cutting of the power line corridor… but still naturally vegetated.  I imagine generations of ducks and geese having stopped here over the years.  And deer and moose stopping her for a drink.  And, sure enough, deer tracks show me such a thing had happened just recently.

Next to this pond is a fairly unattractive ditch of water.  Still, the tidal pool exploring kid in me forces me over to its edge to look in and see what there is to be seen.

Tadpoles!  Thousands of tadpoles are here.  Strange how it happens.  Many other ditches run along the power line corridor but few signs of life are found there.  I assume that frogs live in this little natural pond and they hop over to the ditch to lay eggs… and here the tadpoles are… swimming around in a frog nursery.

It’s too much… first the moose… now the tadpole civilization… I call home to share the discovery.  But with nobody there, I leave my message and continue on to Mer Bleue Road.

Just before the road, a wild turkey scurries from the open of a meadow to a nearby thicket of trees.  My planned thirty minute walk has turned into a wildlife adventure.

Returning along the power line corridor, I reach the stream next to the Crushed Stone trail and startle a frog into a jump into the water.  Venturing down, wanting to see if I can spot him, I startle two more frogs… causing a diving competition here at my feet. 

I pause here long enough to see two of the frogs resurface… watching my moves before coming back to the land (I’m not sure what ever happened to the third frog… he never returned from the depths of the stream).

Spent, I head home along the Parallel trail.  Noticing a few flowery sections that weren’t in bloom the last time I was here.  I pop out, back onto my street, 90 minutes after I headed onto the trails. 

And that’s where walks can take you.  A planned thirty minute walk that was thrown together only because the rain decided to let up… and it becomes a ninety minute wildlife adventure.  Two moose, three frogs, two sandpipers, a wild turkey, and a thousand tadpoles… Next time I plan a short walk, I’ll have to bring a tent.

The Green Straight

Moose

The Natural Pond

Tadpoles

Frogs

Flowers along the Parallel Path

 THURSDAY…
--- Dayshift.  It’s a trying day.  Some time off again soon may be in order.
--- Little TV when I get home.  Tired this evening.

FRIDAY…
--- Days again… tired.
--- Walk after work followed by Facetime on the phone with Edena and some TV.

SATURDAY…
--- Night shift.  Quiet night… more than normal even. 

SUNDAY…
--- Don’t sleep as much as I should for night shift… but get through ok anyway.  Cheat day means Wendy’s makes a supper treat at work.

MONDAY…
--- Physio is followed by ball.  We tie.  Ties always feel weird to me in ball games but it’s quite fun being out there again.

TUESDAY…
--- Longer walk than normal.  Out about 70 minutes.  They’re working on driveways these days.  Hoping the paving happens tomorrow.
--- BBQ hot dogs make it feel all the more summer like.
--- Finally decided to hang some pictures.  Had a few up in the living room and such all along but have been going months with family pictures on the floor in my bedroom… no more. 

WEDNESDAY…
--- Driveway Day… my car is now stuck in the garage for a few days.  They did offer for me to take it out before the pavement went down, but I decided I didn’t need to go anywhere anyway.
--- Hour and a half walk.  Crazy nature day… A few moose nibbling on branches… sandpipers up the power line corridor… a small pond I didn’t know about towards Mer Bleue Road… tadpoles by the thousands… frogs too.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Making It Up As I Go Along #505


Trees Grew In My Living Room
Trees grew in my living room
Before the room was here
With squirrels scurring up the stairs
When branches filled this air.

Songbirds perched in my bedroom
They nested in the hall
But that was before my house was here
And no people could hear their call.

My garage it was a mossy pool
Where frogs would splash and play
With Garter snakes on the shore
Sunning themselves all day.

A moose ambled through my kitchen
A pause to nibble tree
But now the sound of microwave
Would surly make it flee.

Nature lovers walked my space
They wore a path to take
Until bulldozers came along
And my own house did make.

And to the woods I now venture
It lays across the street
And I watch the growing trees
And many squirrels I meet.

The songbirds perch above my head
They look down protecting nest
So I pass by so quietly
Not wanting to disturb chick’s rest.

I pause at the flooded pools
I watch the frogs splash down
And when the snake feels my steps
It slithers away upon the ground.

The moose so big it is too smart
Only tracks are left to see
In cleared cut land just over there
Where another kitchen soon will be.


WEDNESDAY…
--- Day shift.  Fairly slow most of the day… picks up after 3:00.
--- Gas on the way home… Survivor on TV… and a bit of hockey.

THURSDAY…
--- Days again.  Fairly regular day.
--- A couple of BBQ burgers for supper and some TV in the evening.  Some hockey… baseball… and a movie.

FRIDAY…
--- Nights.  Pretty normal one.

SATURDAY…
--- Another night.  Walk before work… Chinese food for supper at work.

SUNDAY…
--- Up around noon… an hour walk on a great sunny day.  Some TV and laundry after that.

MONDAY…
--- Busy day.  Lunch with Karl… groceries… physio… softball.  First ball game in over a year… and first outdoor game in more like 18 months.  We win… I hit ok… field iffy… and pitch one inning badly.  But still happy enough to be on the field again.

TUESDAY…
--- Raining.  Still go for a woods walk for more than an hour.  Big rubber boots and rain jacket make it a splish splash type of venture.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Making It Up As I Go Along #504


Definition of a Game of Catch
Flicking and spinning
The ball in hand
Acclimatizing to skin
Becoming comfortable
The soul simply smiles

The smack of sphere and leather
It slips softly into glove
Only to be transferred
From one hand to the other
Made quick from years of repetition
Fluid and fast

Thrown easily an instant later
The shoulder
Followed by elbow
Wrist snap
Slipping gently off fingertips
Before spinning across the field

This is the definition of summer



TUESDAY…
--- First day of work.  Do a course for little more than an hour… then in the afternoon have my computer crash… so I’m left limited in what I can do.
--- Physio right after work means I’m not home until close to 8:00.

WEDNESDAY…
--- Computer at work is still down.  Silliness.  Do some other stuff but am somewhat handicapped for it.
--- Walk after work.  Get 40 minutes in.  Some TV after that.

THURSDAY…
--- Ultrasound in the morning.  Due date to come.
--- Back to bed after that and some napping during the day.
--- Night shift is busy.

FRIDAY…
--- In bed until about 12:30.  Some TV and iPhone video games before work.

SATURDAY…
--- Softball practice.  The shoulder does ok and it’s a bit of fun back on the field.
--- Eddie comes over for BBQ and some hockey on TV.  A nice time.

SUNDAY…
--- Walk and Sunday TV.  No better TV day than Sundays.  This time of year, it is highlighted by Game of Thrones, the Simpsons, and Mad Men. 

MONDAY…
--- Morning walk.  Out about an hour for the second day in a row.
--- Physio is followed by softball practice.  Shoulder again does fine.  I’m not gunning the ball like when I was 25, but throwing pain free and without hitches.  Nice being on the field again.
--- Nick, Sheila and I do a pub for some beer and a late supper afterwards.  A good time.