Saturday, January 18, 2020
Back in the olden days suitcased meant you had your stuff in one container. Back in the olden days of naval aviation I should say. It probably meant other stuff in other milieux (that's the french for the plural of milieu I believe) but of course I'm channeling my long lost youth, so yeah. Having one's stuff in one container, usually referring to a limited set of stuff regarding specific and limited tasking. So you can have a medevac mission suitcased or cleaning the head suitcased or even have -- in rare instances -- your duty section suitcased. Of course you can never have a relationship suitcased or a deployment suitcased or your life suitcased. Doesn't work that way.
Today was up and down. It started with four hours of phone tag and "your call is important to us, please stay on the line and the next available operator will be with you shortly."
I was trying to get a status update on a neurosurgery consultation approval. After four hours I found that it's in the works and inching its way forward. Once it clears the Senate and is signed into law by the President it'll be off to the races.
All the phone tag and holding was a huge pain in the ass. It made me late. I'm the supervisor so I had to chew my ass about my tardiness but I also bought my excuse so I went easy on myself. Well, pretty easy for me.
Also it was just stupid beautiful outside. Cloudy and 25 degrees but not a breath of wind. I wanted to get out there and charge some firetrucking hills! The waiting (especially the holding) was torture.
Compounding the torture was the forecast. A weather front was in the process of moving through and expected to bring high winds beginning at 1300. By the time I finished with the waiting/holding it was already 1130. Firetruck!
But I got out there and hit it hard.
Such a lovely, beautiful day! By the time I got my stretching done and got stuck in to serious workout hiking the air temp had climbed all the way to 35 degrees. There was a bit of a westerly breeze, but not too bad.
Kinda-sorta halfway point. Fixing physical and mental degeneration. That's what I said in the video anyway. Have to pull myself aside later and see exactly what I was on about.
The weather began to close in. Wind came up and it started to spit snow. Not all that bad. Just a bit (whole lot) more nerve pain than I liked at this point but I couldn't quit -- my ride was two miles away!
Found more glaciers to hike. The snow was pretty. Then it turned to snow/rain mix! Then to rain! Air temp was up around 37 and the west wind was gusting in the 30's, so there's some wind noise in this one.
Now this one is amusing as hell. Thought I turned the camera off but I must have double clutched and turned it right back on. So you can see how attractive my sweatshirt is and hear how much sobbing I do when I don't know anyone is watching.
Finally back at the pickup. Good workout.
I went very, very hard for the first 2.5 miles. I was flirting with 11 minute miles over that distance. But I started to run short on juice so my pace slackened. By the time I finished I'd done a bit more than 5 miles in 82 minutes so my overall pace ended up at 15.7 minutes per mile. Which is terrible. But also good. Very good in fact. Despite a six month layoff and carrying lots of slop fat the cardio is still there and the muscles are too.
A little while later I went to fill Mom's car with gas. While I was blathering on about the beauty of the day I realized that I still had a couple of eggs in my sweatshirt pocket from my second pass through the hen house (first pass yielded eight), before I headed out for my hike. So those eggs had a good workout too. Hope they aren't pre-scrambled.
And the final video of the day -- winter molting hens having a dust bath. Interesting stuff everywhere when you look for it I guess. Also, simple things amuse simple minds.
All of today's videos were done with the phone. I left the new camera at home with the case taken apart in an attempt to install the optional second case back. The optional case has slits in the back and I'm assuming those are at least in part to allow sound to enter the case. Only there doesn't seem to be a way to actually swap the waterproof case back with the optional one.
In the meantime I wondered if anyone is stupid enough to make (and sell on amazon) a head rig for smartphones. As it turns out...
Yeah, one look at the 1980's naval aviation/porn star 'stache on the dummy and I had to have it. I also supersized my order with a bluetooth camera control and a chest rig for the phone. Less than $50. So maybe I'll be up and running hands free soon. You never know.
All in all an exceptionally fine January day out here in western Nebraska.
Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty.