Coyote

I watched a healthy looking coyote sniffing along behind the chain link fence next to the Sounder train station this morning in Tukwila.

Nice little greenbelt for this coyote, if I do say so, courtesy of The Boeing Company and the previous owners of Longacres.

I have noticed a handful of urban coyotes in the past couple of years including in my neighborhood.
For some reason people get freaked out with these critters running around – I find Pit-bulls to be much more worrisome.

Go coyote go.

Take a stand

These three things have something in common.

* dvorak keyboards
* recumbent bicycles
* standing desks

One thing they have in common is me; I am an advocate for all three and I am committed to them because of the other thing I blief they all have in common.
They are all easier on your body.

Avoidable repetitive stress is something I have actively avoided for most/all of my adult life. It might have been related to any one of those PBS specials about coal miners that spend 14 hour days hunched over at the waist.

I TOTALLY would have invented a lay-down walker thing if I were in that environment.

Anyway, all three of these things also represent a little bit of investment in either time or ingenuity because they aren’t standard. Not too many stand-up desks being sold at Paikea.

They should be.

Most of you work at a desk so…for anyone interested but finding themselves unable to overcome some of the hurdles of a standing desk here is a resource for review.

Home

I haven’t dived in yet, but I will.
One thing I did see was that standing burns about 360 more calories per day than sitting.

The Marker

I’m on something of a mission, not simply marking time.
I’m looking for a vista – an open, bald hilltop where I might get a look around, maybe snap a picture or two.
See what it was like.

But why…?

Well, this area, between Murfreesboro and the southwestern suburbs of Nashville…this is my goal and so I poke around.
I don’t know the hill, or the valley, or really most details about where my Ancestral Grandfather, R.R. Banker, might have put down his boots but I am armed with a few battle names related to towns and areas.
And, I’m outfitted with Google maps.

But, my blitzkrieg is not well blitzed…or is it krieged?
I’m floundering.

I notice markers, I crane my neck, at markers – many markers.
Wheelers This and Ezells That maybe a Doctors something-or-other.
R.R. Banker isn’t named on any marker – I don’t know why I’m looking – he hadn’t done anything.
He wasn’t born in that house, didn’t massacre natives on that bluff, probably didn’t single-handedly warn the General of the enemies position late one night.

He hadn’t died on these battlefields – no marker.

Ha, I’ve found my hilltop – Haley’s Lane.
The nature was fascinating enough, I’m still strangely drawn here.
Tumultuous insects, stiff winds crossing the trees and angering the grass.

I’ve found it!
I exert my technology on the event and take with me, a picture.

Ok – been there, done that, marked it with a P, hastening back to my rental ca – wait.

Just wait.

Turn back to the grass and the field and the tumult and the sun and the wind and the shape of the hills and just wait…and…inhale deeply.

Haley's Lane

For a small moment – I flush with a flood of realization of this place.
It’s any spring day, and except for the pavement it’s much the same as it was then,
150 years ago.
Maybe he was here,
then,
a marked man.

I’m motoring away and…oooh? Another marker; I wonder if…what happened here? Do I recognize that name…?
Ya know…
He’s not on that marker.
He isn’t going to be on those markers, not a single one.

because…

He lived.
He fought, he protected, he endured, he may have even killed, but on that field, or many just like it – he lived.
And after that, he had a family.
The flood is back because you know…I’ve just found his marker.

On that hill…his marker…I was there.
I’m his marker.

Saturdays are Holidays

Saturdays are holidays

Last weekend Emma and I got a chance, and we celebrated. We celebrated not being sick – finally.
We celebrated not being being stuck at home and we celebrated not being stuck, well…doing anything.
An easy afternoon.

We toured some new parks, checked out a river, played in some flood-silt, watched some softball,
slode some slides, swang some swings, and generally enjoyed the weather.

Emma got her white dress dirty. In a phrase, that means she was having fun and TheDaddy wasn’t stopping her – from getting dirty.
There was no point, she couldn’t help herself and I wasn’t about to step in and try fruitlessly to hold some sort of cleanliness high ground.

You know, just because that steep hill chock full of day-old cut-grass clumps looked like hell to me?
Who am I; one man’s hell is his little girls haven.

So I watched – that time. I had developed a headache earlier – an indicator that I wasn’t exactly sitting idly by.
I think it was the game of chase on the Big Toy that started it.
Or maybe it was the oddly familiar, hot, slightly yellow…THING…in the sky which burneth thy bald head.

No point beyond that.
We found a little fun that day in a glorious, meaningless way – and I got some decent shots with my wee camera phone to prove it.

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Found a peanut

Found a pothole, with a manhole, in a sinkhole just now,
Just now I found a pothole-manhole-bunghole just now.

It was lumpy it was crumpy it was FRUUUMMPY just now,
Just now I saw’t bumpy, went’a thumpy just now.

Made it over it, saved my lower bits, but she GALLOP’T just now,
Just now I made it over it, swore a wittow bit just now.

Since I made it through, slowed it down a few, then I SAAAIID a quick ‘woo hoo’,
But the ‘do da do’, meant a rim boo boo, it was THEH-en that I knew.

That I broke it.

my 3rd drive wheel in 6,500 miles

100 Miles of Nowhere

I’m certifiable – I must be.
I stand at my desk, I recline on my bike, I type in Dvorak (on a QWERTY keyboard) and I’ve even recently shaved off a perfectly good head of hair.

What have I done now you ask? I’ve gone and paid good money to ride my bike 100 miles by myself around in circles just because some equally certifiable blogger did it three years ago and then somehow got 500 friends to do it with him – and the thing is, I’m psyched to do it.

Okay, rationalizing now…the money goes for a good cause – Livestrong, yeah yeah. I know plenty of people with cancer who’d appreciate the thought, and I do think of you.
I’ll get some schwag, and a shirt, mostly stuff I don’t want or need.
And I don’t really have money to burn right now but…what am I saying – I’m doing it because it is just goofy enough and somehow cool enough to appeal to that part of me that still remembers what it’s like to dig a hole, an all day hole, for the heck of it.
The part that likes to sleep outside in the rain BECAUSE it’s raining.
The part that once counted 3,000 cars passing by on the way home from Granny’s house.
The part that once dared myself to slap a bee faster than it could sting me.

But did I really have to publicly pick a course with a combined elevation gain of 11,811 feet? (not that I’ve counted) simply because it happens to be part of a 1.0069 mile loop right outside my front door?
Ok – yes, yes I did, for the same reason I tried to slap that bee and…well…I wasn’t faster than the bee.

But I’m older now (much older) and wiser and meh, what’s a hill or two…or one hundred.
The real hard part is going to be keeping track of my laps.

I’ll come up with something.

Not so Wee anymore

TheWeeOne turns five tomorrow – but we celebrated with 8 other little girls yesterday. It was an Under The Sea Tea Party and there were Jellyfish on the ceiling, Mermaids on the wall, turtles in the window, and BigFish in the hall.

[hmm, that sorta sounds like some sort of post-modern, disney,…ahh….country song…ermmm, never mind]

TheWeeOne had Ariel painted on her face…
Not such a Wee Mermaid anymore.

And of course, TheMommy created an amazing cake.
Under the Sea? How about Under A Sugar Coma!

I also took a page out of The HeidiCoaster handbook and did my first ever birthday interview.

What do you like best about being 5?
I dunno Daddy, that looks like a number two?

Ooookay, Are you a big girl now, or are you still a little girl?
Big girl…
…and I love to play and sing and swing on some swings and every time I’m a baby I go on the baby swing and I’m very fast don’t you know that Daddy?

Yes you are…What do you think that the next year will bring?
Some stuff I like.
[pause]
and I love to play and sing and…
but you just said that?
…but I love to sing even more than more.

What are you looking forward to the most on your birthday?
All I like the best is my Move Barbie Spray and a mermaid flying Barbie?
What is move Barbie Spray?
It’s spray and when you spray it on barbies they move all by themselves and swim and even flying.

[Allllrighty then….how do I follow that?] Ahhh,What do you want to do when you grow up?
I don’t want to do anything.
Why not?
Well, now I am saying that I want to be a princess and a fairy and sometimes I want to visit here whenever I want to visit a prince and I’m going to be Sleeping Beauty because I’m going to be living at Disneyland.

[from the other room LaGrande starts laughing…]
HEY!? Shhhh
[it stops with a titter]

Is there anything you can do now that you couldn’t do when you were four?
I couldn’t do a handstand but I could do a donkey-kick and I couldn’t do a backwards somersault, I could only do a forwards somersaults.

[as I’m furiously trying to keep up]

I sure do say stuff fast, huh Daddy!?

Yes WeeOne…among other things.