Tried to re-oil the deck. Got it stripped in first week of Oct. Took another three weeks of rain, blowing leaves/dirt, and more rain. Last week I finally got one day to apply oil with time for it to dry. Raining today AGAIN in central Va. Too hot in May to late Sep and too wet and cold in Oct. What a winter this is going to be.
I get Frazz. To stretch the cycling season, you get gloves with finger tips, slip on insulated booties, skull cap, etc. Your last best day is when all of this no longer cuts it. Road cycling below 5 degree Celsius is fairly hard to enjoy.
Ran into an obviously ailing college student waiting for a prescription yesterday in the drugstore. He was complaining about the fluctuating temperatures…sixty one day, thirty the next. I asked him if he was a Michigander. He said “yes, but I’m from the UP…Up there, we don’t have fall. One day it’s hot, the next day it’s winter, and it stays that way.”
Posts FrazzOkay, who’s seen the new documentary movie “Free Solo”? If you have, raise your hand. If you haven’t, use that hand to work your mouse and look up where it’s playing and drop everything and go see it and thank me later. The film is about Alex Honnold’s climb up the 3,200-foot face of El Capitan, with no aid or protection of any kind. No spoiler here: It’s common knowledge that he successfully completed the climb. If you were hoping for more suspense than that, don’t worry. Your gut will not remember the spoiler. You’ll be scared to death anyway.
You know who doesn’t seem scared? Alex Honnold. Not in any of the post-climb interviews I’ve read or listened to, nor in certain parts of the film. He very plainly states that he’s methodically dissected the climb and knows exactly what he has to do and exactly how he has to do it and how focused he has to stay, and he will complete the climb. It is well — WeLL — within his range. Though if anything does go wrong, he dies. There’s that. He describes the climb as a low-risk, high-consequence affair. Which makes perfect sense until you see the kind of faces he’s climbing, and then all you’re buying is the high-consequence part. But Honnold knows the risks, he accepts the risk and he manages the risk, and I really admire and respect that. I am not so brave, nor can I climb for doodly squat.
At the other end of the spectrum, though, is a certain person in my life who will go unidentified other than the fact he is the most happily risk-averse person I’ve seen. The safer, the happier. The New Yorker published a cartoon where an agent is telling his clients, “… and for what we don’t cover, there’s insurance insurance.” I will not show the cartoon to this person, because it will break his heart to eventually learn it’s just a joke.
I’m somewhere in the middle. I like risk, but I like it managed. Which maybe puts me not in the middle at all, but squarely in Honnold’s camp, albeit in one of the campsites much closer to the flush toilets, hot showers and vending machines. But forever hoping to move to another campsite just a little closer to treeline.
Yup—in my area, we basically went from summer (warm temps, T-shirts/shorts) to winter (chilly winds/temps, long sleeves/pants) with no autumn in between. [Sigh]
jamesbachreeves about 6 years ago
What does “last best day” even mean?
Ceeg22 Premium Member about 6 years ago
October 10 was the last best day, but I have different criteria
Mary Finkelstein Premium Member about 6 years ago
This must be in Michigan. I keep waiting for one more decent day to trim shrubs. I have been waiting for three weeks!
sandpiper about 6 years ago
Tried to re-oil the deck. Got it stripped in first week of Oct. Took another three weeks of rain, blowing leaves/dirt, and more rain. Last week I finally got one day to apply oil with time for it to dry. Raining today AGAIN in central Va. Too hot in May to late Sep and too wet and cold in Oct. What a winter this is going to be.
cervelo about 6 years ago
I get Frazz. To stretch the cycling season, you get gloves with finger tips, slip on insulated booties, skull cap, etc. Your last best day is when all of this no longer cuts it. Road cycling below 5 degree Celsius is fairly hard to enjoy.
magicwalnut about 6 years ago
Ran into an obviously ailing college student waiting for a prescription yesterday in the drugstore. He was complaining about the fluctuating temperatures…sixty one day, thirty the next. I asked him if he was a Michigander. He said “yes, but I’m from the UP…Up there, we don’t have fall. One day it’s hot, the next day it’s winter, and it stays that way.”
Seed_drill about 6 years ago
I’m still sitting around at 10:30 waiting for the roads to dry off and the thermometer to creep a little closer to 60.
Richard S Russell Premium Member about 6 years ago
“Last” can mean either “final” or “most recent”.
fuzzbucket Premium Member about 6 years ago
Running with wet feet will give you blisters. Riding with wet shorts will do it, too.
Kind&Kinder about 6 years ago
If you’re wise, you’ll exercise! It’s rudimentary and elementary that being sedentary is life-defying and ossifying! Now I’m all Frazzed up!!
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 6 years ago
Posts FrazzOkay, who’s seen the new documentary movie “Free Solo”? If you have, raise your hand. If you haven’t, use that hand to work your mouse and look up where it’s playing and drop everything and go see it and thank me later. The film is about Alex Honnold’s climb up the 3,200-foot face of El Capitan, with no aid or protection of any kind. No spoiler here: It’s common knowledge that he successfully completed the climb. If you were hoping for more suspense than that, don’t worry. Your gut will not remember the spoiler. You’ll be scared to death anyway.
You know who doesn’t seem scared? Alex Honnold. Not in any of the post-climb interviews I’ve read or listened to, nor in certain parts of the film. He very plainly states that he’s methodically dissected the climb and knows exactly what he has to do and exactly how he has to do it and how focused he has to stay, and he will complete the climb. It is well — WeLL — within his range. Though if anything does go wrong, he dies. There’s that. He describes the climb as a low-risk, high-consequence affair. Which makes perfect sense until you see the kind of faces he’s climbing, and then all you’re buying is the high-consequence part. But Honnold knows the risks, he accepts the risk and he manages the risk, and I really admire and respect that. I am not so brave, nor can I climb for doodly squat.
At the other end of the spectrum, though, is a certain person in my life who will go unidentified other than the fact he is the most happily risk-averse person I’ve seen. The safer, the happier. The New Yorker published a cartoon where an agent is telling his clients, “… and for what we don’t cover, there’s insurance insurance.” I will not show the cartoon to this person, because it will break his heart to eventually learn it’s just a joke.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 6 years ago
I’m somewhere in the middle. I like risk, but I like it managed. Which maybe puts me not in the middle at all, but squarely in Honnold’s camp, albeit in one of the campsites much closer to the flush toilets, hot showers and vending machines. But forever hoping to move to another campsite just a little closer to treeline.
rgcviper about 6 years ago
Yup—in my area, we basically went from summer (warm temps, T-shirts/shorts) to winter (chilly winds/temps, long sleeves/pants) with no autumn in between. [Sigh]