Lake Winnipeg had a recent carp die off. They are investigating, but something similar happened to adjacent Lake Manitoba back in 2008. It may be another break out of koi Herpesvirus disease, which I didn’t know was a real thing until just recently. The virus only infects carp, including koi and goldfish.
I had to bury three giant sized carp that washed up on the lake front. I had never seen carp that size.
Hundreds more washed up on the nearby beach. Dozens of volunteers with rakes and trucks helped clean up the carnage.
I told my daughter that there may have been some repetitive strain injuries.
My wife and engaged in a new activity for the first time. I guess all new activities are first time activities, and there is a bit of redundancy there. But all in fine.
She actually cut my hair. And not with the dog grooming razor. A real human being razor. I had this grooming kit back from when I had a beard, for the second time. All I can say is that I don’t want to talk about it further. At least further than I already have.
Admittedly, I took the first run at it. Mainly doing the back and sides. I had longer hair in collage, but that was the seventies. Being almost in my seventies has a whole different connotation. I did a lot of by feel, and constant repetition.
She was slightly bemused at the result. So she took pity on me and smoothed out the rough edges. Of which there were many.
I am not sure we intend to do this on a go forward basis to save money. As they say, the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is two weeks of self-isolation.
I didn’t offer to do my spouse’s hair since a bad job would set me up for 4 weeks of quarantine.
How does the new normal feel? Are you starting to fall into a groove, or does it feel more like a ditch with no ends?
I’m starting to get the hang of things. In our local grocery store, they are sterilizing all of the cart handles. This causes a socially distant line up outside during the weekends. So I go during the week.
All of the aisles have a one way direction on the floor. So if you see that rare batch of yeast just a few feet in an aisle, but you have to go the wrong way, what do you do. Do you take the risk and do the right thing and hurry down one aisle and go up properly on the yeast aisle. But how many of you have simply gone backwards and backed up to the yeast for example. How many times have you seen this happen.
It would be faster to simply abandon the cart for a moment and simply walk forward the wrong way in a one way aisle? Or you try to hope no one notices as you try to back up?
Is it easier if no one is in the aisle? How far are you prepared to back up. It seems four feet is easy to do. Forty feet seems way too far. So somewhere between those two numbers you could seemingly get away with it.
All bets are off if you have to pass someone doing this. They will look at you with a steely gaze hoping to freeze your heart. The braver types will likely say something.
I have to say that I personally would back up a total of 14 feet backwards only if no one else was in the aisle. That seems like a good compromise.
Covid-19 requires serious action. But, admittedly, there are the occasional lighter aspects.
After our BC board meeting, we decided to fly over to phoenix to see some friends just for a few days. Of course, after we arrived then the talk about shutting the border came up, so he headed home. I’ve always used the hand sanitizers at airports, but now they seem to be set at jumbo discharge. I struggled to wipe it all over my hands. With all the foam still covering my palms and back of my hands, I felt I couldn’t walk away from the hand station since I am sure everyone would be askance as to whether foaming at the cuticles was a new symptom. I resorted to cleaning up to my elbows.
After travelling out of the country, we self-isolated. This is sort of like retirement. Twice the husband and half the income. So of course I organized the pantry.
An idle mind is the devil’s play ground. I thought about organizing items according to ability to open them. Perhaps cardboard on one level, bags on another and cans on a different another. Using mind-mapping, I decided on three levels. The first level would be food regardless of packing material. Salmon and pasta. The next level would be stuff you put on food. Tomato sauces, panko crumbs. The top level would be stuff you put on food, but probably shouldn’t. Things like syrup and jams.
Fortunately, my wife only laughed. Retirement looks positive!
Since we have our west coast trail hike coming up, I decided to do a bit of real practical training. Up at the cottage I took the dogs, maguire and seamus, for a walk and I also took one of the backpacks and loaded it up with one of the 20 litre carboys we have there. (I did fill it with water.)
High school has been a while, and I sort of forgot that one litre equals one kilogram. In my defense, we actually only took imperial training back then in school. ( Back in those days, once we etched an answer in our tablets, you really didn’t want to change it afer that. And I mean those stone tablets)
I put this on my back and we wandered around for a while. Fortunately, the road was flat, and I only had to stop and do my shoelaces once. Also fortunately the cap on the water carboy was quite tight. Yes, it was heavy and sloshed.
I might try slinging one of the dogs across my back, but they wouldn’t like it, and they would slosh more than the water did. One hopes that with increasing adversity comes greater abilities to deal with the new adversity in the future!
The great psychiatrist Dr. Lucy tells the hapless Charlie Brown that “Adversity prepares one for the things of life.” Charlie Brown quizzically asks “What things?” and the good Dr. says “More adversity.”
A little non-sensical, but this has remained with me for several decades. We can even bring in The Princess Bride when Wesley says that “life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
One writer lists over 6 different types of adversity such as mental, physical, spritual, financial, social and emotional. To think that we could be hit by 6 different planes of existence all at once can be overwhelming.
Ultimately one hopes that can there can be more than simply pain for pain’s sake. But everything we read says that adversity can be a force for good since it can bring out the best in you.
But I leave you with Albert Einstein who said that adversity introduces a man to himself. We are not what our problems are, but how we react to them that counts.
Back in University, I always thought this meant agressively pushing someone against a surface. Later, with the adage of the internet and google (and yes university was a long time ago), I eventually learned this simply meant giving it your all. Ball wise.
The phrase “balls to the wall” actually refers to the centrifugal governor of a steam engine. This used used spinning balls to adjust a valve limiting the amount of steam entering the engine. As the engine sped up, pressure and centrifugal force of the spinning balls pulled them outward toward the wall of their housing. This activated a lever to limit the amount of steam.
So, if your balls were against the wall, that meant your engine was spinning as fast as it possibly could.
Even if the saying is actually benign, it attacts so much attention I haven’t had the nerve to try that phrase during some business meeting.
I was on a small boat cruise during the winter in the galapagos islands. We were getting ready to do a bit of snorkling. I scuba dived for a years and worked as a diver for a field season. Back in those days, I only had a wet suit. A bit tight, but I didn’t replace it as I grew somewhat.
Flash forward a few decades on the galapagos tour and the outfitters gave me an extra large wetsuit. And I’m trying to squeeze 11 pounds of sausage into a 10 pound casing. This was one of the suits that zipped up in the back. It had one of those long langards so that you do the zipping up by yourself.
I was always careful not to get hair caught in my front zipper wetsuit. I had to stop zipping up the rear zippered wet suit owing to the sudden sharp pain. It never occurred to me that I might now have the same amount of hair on my back that I had on my chest.
Just one of those aging things I know, but when the hell did that happen?
I have had a number of realizations in the past few months. I mentally feel in the same place but the world has evolved around me.
I purchased some new wool tailored pants. They looked great. I took them on a business trip and felt they crept up a bit too far on my legs when I sat down. I took them back to get another inch or so. trying to get that appropriate break on pants when they touched the shoe.
The clerk suggested that people are wearing their pants shorter now. Perhaps meeting at the ankle or so. I always thought that younger people bought them at the right length, but as they grew, they didn’t have the money to replace them.
The same concept applies to the gym I just joined. My sweat sock go up to about mid calf or so. After the pant incident, I finally noticed that everyone, and I mean everyone, only had socks ending right above the line of the running shoe.
When did the rules regarding style suddenly, or slowly, change?