I walked to the Trailhouse. They closed for New Year yesterday, and always close on Thursday.
'Splains why they haven't called.
I'm sorry I didn't decide to put up with my old baskets until I could get to a bike shop near Nappanee. I can't have my bike until Tuesday because the baskets were caught up in the holiday shipping snarl.
But I did get another walk finding out.
And Wednesday is predicted to be a good day to resume training. Have to wait a week for the next expedition.
I did a couple of vertical loops through the church, walking briskly.
I rode the bike home on Wednesday, and yesterday I rode about two miles to Zales, where I bought a bottle of Vitamin D, and stopped at the teller machine in front of J&B's Furniture on the way back. I can lean the bike against the building, and re-assemble my wallet on a shelf installed for that purpose. The shelter part of the building is made of glass, so I can keep an eye on the bike while fiddling with my wallet.
Wet today through Sunday.
I need to cut off the excess clotheline. The holes around the top of my new panniers are too small to let me wrap a bungee around the wire, and a piece of clothesline would look neater.
Until it gets dirty. Pity I didn't buy green clotheline instead of white.
[Eventually, I got around to wrapping the wire with the sisal rope we took off the room-divider spindle. It looks rather neat, and does the job better than clothesline would have.]
I don't really count riding the bike home from the shop, or dashing to Zales to buy D3 capsules.
Google says that the unintentional side trip into Fairlane Drive brought the return trip to an even six miles. My notes say that I finished packing and left Meijer at 16:17 and got home at 17:03. Forty-six minutes. 7.8 mph.
And I tried hard only on Sunset Drive, where the pavment is good, traffic is light, and there are few intersections.
I was in Meijer from 13:29 until I sent a text at 15:46, after checking out and using the restroom, but before starting to put my clothes back on.
The text I answered had been sent at 15:44, so typing took less time than I thought at the time, particularly considering that I had been washing my hands when the phone chirped.
The scab came off my road rash today. I credit A&D with zinc oxide for loosening it. Also I scrubbed it (gently!) with a plastic pumice while showering this morning.
Yesterday, I climbed all four staircases twice each, and did pushuplets twice.
Also tried to walk fast on the way to church. I need to practice nurse-walking more often.
On Tuesday 21 January 2020, I rode hard from Walmart to . . . someplace, but the slip of paper vanished, so I couldn't calculate how fast I was, and now I've forgotten where I made my first stop. Perhaps it was the emergency room, since I did my hard riding on Sunset.
Last Thursday, 30 January 2020, I pottered around in Warsaw, never getting any closer to downtown than using Detroit to get from Winona Avenue to Market Street. I began at Walgreen's, proceeded to Zale's, and bought appropriate bandaids at Zale's, so I never made it to CVS.
Then an unplanned stop at Warsaw Health Foods, where I bought a whole bunch of candy, Speedy Express, where I bought a polish sausage on a hot- dog bun, then discovered that there is no place to sit down. San José for jalapenños and a poblano, Lowery's for needles (I forgot that I intended to inquire after dressmakers), an hour in Dollar General, then a twenty-eight-minute ride home.
2.5 miles, 5.4 mph.
Other slips: The ride I took on the seventh of December is thoroughly written up under "9 December 2109", but the dash to Zales and the ATM on the ninth isn't written up at all.
The seventh slip was still around because I hadn't Quickened the note that I put five dollars into a Salvation Army kettle. I'm going to toss the slip written on the ninth.
That leaves the dump tour taken on Tuesday 14 January 2020. I appear to have forgotten to strike off the slip when I was done with it. Could it be that the missing slip for the twenty-first was thrown out instead? But I looked in the wastebasket.
Up to date! I'm leaving the house tomorrow, but by car to pick up fizzwater. Friday may be a halfway decent day for riding.
Climbed all staircases yesterday, three ups and three downs from fellowship hall to sanctuary, four ups and four downs on the stairs leading to the balcony, and some pushuplets.
Saw two boys riding fat-tires down the steps on Ninth Street on my way home. I was walking in the street; nobody shovels the steps.
Found a good cat-feeding dish at Goodwill. I think it was a bon-bon tray.
I came back past Fribley Field. I pulled off the road to look at the "parking lane" a newspaper story had mentioned, and got a text from Dave when I was exactly in front of the posts that were left behind when they took out the pay phone I used to use to call for help. But he'd put his phone on the charger and didn't get my reply.
Been a while since I've been to Sprawlmart. I went and came back by commerce & Frontage.
Been studying the map. If I go to Indiana Restaurant Supply next time, it isn't far from Man Cave Motorsports to a place where I can cross 30 and get to Tractor Supply through parking lots. It would be quicker to return to 250 E and use Wooster, but finagling 30 would be a change of pace.
Left home at 10:13, for an appointment at 11:15
Arrived at 10:45
Still had a pair of sweatpants to remove when the hygenist interrupted me at 10:55
Checked out at 12:09
Finished dressing and left at 12:28
Was in Dollar General plaza from 12:54 to 13:21
Was in Sherman & Lin's from 13:32 to 13:51
Got home at 14:02
Eleven minutes from S&L to home. Google says it should have taken me seven minutes to ride the 1.3 miles. My solar calculator says that was seven miles per hour.
Depart 1018
Animal Welfare League from 11:40 to 11:52
Tractor Supply from 11:58 to 12:50
Passed Vicky Lane at 13:33
Goodwill from 14:01 to 15:10
Zales from 15:35 to 15:52
Home at 16:10
After turning west, I heard a noise like something blowing out of my pannier, so I stopped and looked back at the ditch, then checked my cargo: all the cans of cat food were still there
When I entered Goodwill's parking lot, I saw a broken stick pen, picked it up, looked for a trash can -- and remembered picking up a transparent plastic single-serve whiskey bottle while walking up the hill before that turn. It was no longer in my pannier.
Well, dumping a bottle I'd picked up left the road exactly as I'd found it. Except for not being the same road.
Google Maps says 9.5 miles to AWL.
16.1 miles to Goodwill.
I'd meant to eat at Wong's, but I was too tired at this point to enjoy it, and definitely too tired to ride an extra half mile to Panda Express, so I ate one of my emergency bars and went home.
19.0 to Zale's
21.0 home
Two miles and eighteen minutes from Zale's to home: better than six miles per hour. Not bad for a last leg.
I had a pretty stiff headwind any time I was going west. But not a lot in the way of hills, though I walked at least two.
I found a slip saying that on Saturday, 8 February 2020, I aborted a trip to Walmart on account of snow, and went to Lakeview Plaza instead, where I dumped a couple of cans at Our Father's House and bought some cat-feeding dishes at the other thrift store.
Today, I walked to the bank to cash a check, and stopped at the church to re-fill the ice trays, which didn't need it. Couldn't quite get all the ice into the bin. I went up a ramp and down a flight of stairs, but didn't think of climbing for exercise.
Pretty day for a walk, but worrying. Also a lot of wet places on the streets, but the snow hadn't started to stick. I took an umbrella, but it stayed in my attaché case.
Five inches of snow predicted for tomorrow.
Rode to Duck Down and Above. They aren't open on Saturday. I no longer remember what my notes mean. I was gone from 11:28 until 17:53, and spent an hour and twenty minutes in Walmart.
Drat! I was in such a hurry to leave Walmart that I forgot to write what time it was. I think it was 18:18. It was just 18:00 when I was about to bite into a really yummy submarine and Dave texted to say that it was nearly sunset. So I gobbled and ran. I got home at 18:59, with about half a minute of civil twilight left.
And I find that my phone has translated all those times into DST. This is not good design. The time stamp on a message should be the time it was when the message was sent. Or if not, at least it should specify the time zone!
At any rate, it took me less than an hour to get home from Walmart and Google Maps says it was 5.5 miles. So I averaged better than 5.5 mph.
A bazaar at the United Methodist Church gave me the plan for Saturday's ride. Fool around downtown a bit: drop off some mistakes at Our Father's House, buy some stuff at Carniceria San José, buy all of Lowery's Super Snips and find out that they don't have a list of dressmakers, stop at the library, see the newly- opened Board and Brush, which turned out to be a sign-painting school, with hardly anything for sale, then go out Leiter and have lunch at the bazaar. I also bought a bar of beeswax, which is now in the south arm of the futon.
Having had a satisfactory lunch, instead of going by way of Silveus Crossing, I rode the Chinworth Trail to 350 W.
Instead of taking 300 W 400 N and coming back on 150 W, I decided to brave the gravel road from Fox Farm to 150 W. Just asked Google to measure it: 1.33 miles. I've seen the road in worse condition, and I did manage to climb all the hills by bike. Well, most at least -- it's been nearly a week before I got around to writing, and I'm not sure.
But it would have been *much* less tiring to go a mile north and come back a mile.
But that made the newly-paved, all downhill, practically-deserted stretch from 150 W to Tippy Downs very sweet.
I dismounted at that point, because I can't get more than halfway up that climb at the best of times, and right now there's a very high cliff at the edge of the pavement. In retrospect, I'd have been much better off to get to Walmart by cutting through Tippy Downs, then come back up the gradual slope to look at the roundabout.
And I be groggy now; I'll knock off writing for the night. (Besides, it's almost time to feed the cat and do my nightly exercises.)
15 November 2020 Mislaid my notebook in the pocket of a coat I didn't wear again until fall. I've long forgotten what I meant to say, but I mentioned the mud and whatnot in the Sunday Banner.
Left at 10:40
-- 11:02 Our Father's House
-- 11:00 Carniceria San Jose
MEND GLOVE (there's a darned glove in my stack, so I think I did. Good thing, as after dropping one at the last farmer's market, it's the last yellow pair I have, except for a thin pair with large holes.)
before 11:45 to 11:57 Lowery's
12:08 to 12:49 Library
12:58 to 13:02 Brush & Board
13:26 14:04 Bazaar
Chain Link
Park on Lawn
(I've no idea what those two lines mean.)
14:21 to 14:28 Chinworth
14:49 to 14:52 Fox, 300N
15:11 150 W + 300N
15:15 Tippe D.
15:26 Roundabout
Mud in fenders
And that's all she wrote.
Second sheet, first sheet missing
15:55 - 18:11 Walmart
finished washing rims at 16:10
Home 18:59
For a while this week, it looked as though I had my choice of partly cloudy, with ferocious wind, and all cloudy, maybe damp.
Today's prediction says that Saturday will be definitely damp, and still says Friday will have seventeen mph wind. But it will be mostly sunny with temperatures rising from freezing to 47. And it will be 38 degrees before I could get rolling.
I hope Duck, Down, and Above has some good Friday specials. I'll know tomorrow evening.
Sunset at 7:45 today, civil twilight until 8:13. No more worries about losing track of time!
My map for tomorrow's ride worked out neatly: when I folded it in half lengthwise, the outbound leg was all to the right of the fold, and the return leg was all to the left.
Alas, the confit meat has sold out.
Now to write up Saturdays 29 Feb and 7 March to clear out my notebook.
I messed it up by making the ride a figure eight: I stayed on Jalyn and went up west of 15, then came back on Old 15, crossed at 400, and rejoined the route I'd mapped out.
10:37 leave home
Arrived at post office at 10:44, bought a book of twenty stamps.
11:16 - 11:26 E.R.
11:55 - 12:24 Goodwill
12:34 - 12:38 adjust scarf at bench in front of BioMet
12:53 - 13:00 Tippy Downs Gazebo (sent text)
13:20 crossed 400 N
13:30 crossed 500 N
13:39 turned onto 600 N
13:45 - 14:55 gravel on 100 W
14:04 - 14:20 Duck Down and Above
14:29 - 14:59 lunch at Freedom Express
15:06 - 15:56 Dollar General
16:21 reached Levi Lee
16:35 - 16:39 sent text at 400 N and Prairie
17:06 turned off 400 N onto 200 W
- Lake Street Plaza (I think I sent a text)
18:11 - 18:47 Owen's Market
19:02 home.
Looks as though my typical time for a mile was ten minutes, which would be six miles an hour.
I appear to have thrown out the map.
I'm writing this on 20 March 2020; I didn't know on the thirteenth that it was my last chance to go somewhere on my bike. The duck store has closed for the duration, and I'm not allowed to go in anywhere anyway. Tomorrow I'm forcing motivation to go around the south end of the lake and have a picnic at Tippy Park.
I don't plan to put my ham sandwich on ice.
But I found a heavy silk turtleneck in the mending and darned it. I don't remember acquiring it.
Heavy rib-knit silk was quite warm. I truncated the ride -- probably ten miles total.
11:40 left home
11:55 turned off Widaman onto 225 S.
12:02 225 S becomes Country Club
12:27 - 12:32 looked at dam, talked on phone
12:55 turned off Washington onto Market
13:02 turned off Center onto Hepler
13:21 continued off Zimmer Lane onto Chinworth Bridge Trail. I met a family of dog walkers who seemed disinclined to avoid me. I held my breath as I coasted past.
13:25 - 13:48. Lunch at tippy park. A truck pulled into the parking lot and stopped. The driver remained inside. Waved to me as I left.
Sitting still with a breeze on my back, I needed to put my windbreaker on. Continued wearing the linen scarf. (I had put a silk scarf and a wool scarf into the same bag I carried the windbreaker in.) I didn't take the windbreaker off when I left, but instead zipped it up and tied the drawstring.
My hands got very cold while I was eating and seemed disinclined to warm up when I put my gloves back on. Also my planned loop had very little appeal even after I snipped off the zip up to Walmart and back that I'd added to make it closer to twenty miles.
So I hadn't gone up 350 W very far before I turned around and went back the way I came. I went through town instead of around the lake, of course. Sherman and Lyn had a sign up saying they had toilet paper. I was inclined to stop at the Trailhouse and order a new saddle, but that would have broken isolation.
I think my hands were warm again before I met the same dog walkers coming back, not too far from the fence around the CCAC. This time I rode off into the lawn and dismounted until they had passed.
Also caught up with another family on the south- going part of the path, not too far from where it turns east again. I followed them for a while, then cut across a sharp curve to get around. I don't think I left a track in the lawn.
There were two cars parked at the bridge. I suspect a connection with the two sets of dog walkers.
15:06 Home.
About an hour and twenty minutes for the trip back. That was a tad over six miles. About four and a half MPH. Not too bad considering I paused to read the signs on a few doors, and 1.8 miles of it was on a MUP.
Notes found in coat pocket in the fall. Ride was described in the Banner.
Left home at 11:37
12:00 to 12:03 225S + 275E
10' 5" [probably the width of the Heritage Trail]
In the evening, I rode the flatfoot around in the neighborhood.
Climbed enough staircases on Sunday that my legs hurt that night.
Yesterday I climbed all the staircases and made a vertical loop through the narthex and the basement. Got rained on coming home. It didn't cut loose until I was almost here, but I came in with a mostly-soggy shirt. Oddly, my pants were more than half dry above the andles, and the wet spots were only damp enough to iron.
Dave left the garage door open, and said that he didn't know I could run.
Thursday looks like a good day to drop a stoneware bowl with some cash in it in front of the animal shelter, in aid of the fifty-six chihuawas extracted from a condemned building.
Two cans of cat food and a twenty-dollar bill, shortest route, out Pierceton, back Wooster. Gone about an hour. I climbed the easier end of Chestnut Street to get out of the valley, and saw Martha when I passed her house.
155.6 pounds
Calloo, Callay, O frabjous day!
I rode to the fairgrounds, bought a bunch of daikon for eight quarters, realized that I'd overlooked a few cans of cat food and a poop scoop in my right pannier, and rode home.
I took the potatoes out of the left pannier and put them into the fridge as soon as I got the green light from the surgeon.
And I took a shake-down ride around the block the day before yesterday.
My notes say that my last two rides before the operation were to the animal shelter on Friday, May the first, and to the farmers' markets on Saturday, May the second. If I recall correctly, I only observed the courthouse market from a distance, and didn't even ride past the fairgrounds market. The customers at the courthouse struck me as extremely rude -- nobody was wearing a mask, and everybody was eager to get close.
It seemed like a lot longer than one month and twenty days of confinement.
The biopsy was done on the seventh of May, and the unexpectedly non-trivial operation was on the eleventh.
I weigh 159.2 pounds with clothes on. I should weigh myself just before I leave for my colonoscopy, hungry and dehydrated.
Morning: 157.4 pounds
Bedtime: 154.4
Morning: 152.8
In bra, panties, and socks: 153.2
Left 12:13, at shelter 12:38 – 12:45, home 13:09
Learned that my house pants won't do for riding after all -- when I sweat, they stick to my knees. I turned around and came straight home.
Weather underground says that I might get a chance to try out the sweaty qualities of my shabby black linen knickers today, Tuesday 4 July 2020.
153.2 pounds
*Tuesday* 4 July?
It was .8 miles before I ventured onto an unofficial path unknown to Google. The path I took through Fairlane is also unknown to Google, but the path I should have taken is about the same length as the path I did take. (I made a wrong turn and came out on Wooster at the bottom of the hill instead of the top.
1.9 miles from Fairlane to AWL.
14.7 from Fairlane to home.
Three bottles of beverage and a bag of ice cubes was enough, but just barely. I plan to take the same three bottles and several bags of ice cubes on Saturday.
The five-mile-per-hour average includes a sixteen- minute stop at AWL and a few shorter stops for rearranging water etc. Also I walked a hill.
This ride was mentioned in the Beeson Banner that night.
I'm typing this on Friday; I hope to clean out the notebook before bedtime. I think that I will put them all below this entry.
Farmer's Markets. Gone from 11:04 to 12:17. Spent eight minutes skirting around the courthouse market, spent fifty cents at the fairgrounds. Could see no sign that you could call Biryani and have to-go food brought out. Pity the new Thai carry-out in the old drive-in failed to develop.
I had the brilliant idea of going to Panda Express to pick up a pint of entree and a pint of fried rice for supper. Alas, the drive-up window doesn't offer food in pints, only in meals, except for the fifty-four dollar "family feast". I settled on a "bowl", but yelling and waving my arms failed to inform the clerk that I was there.
So I went to fast-food row on Detroit, but trashers had wrecked the drive-menu at Chinatown Express, and nobody else had a drive up except those selling food not suitable for taking home for later. I was gone from 11:24 until 13:50, probably ten miles.
Farmers' markets. 9:17 - 10:3 (30? 03?). Spent thirty-five cents.
Eye doctor. Gone an hour and a half. Stopped at the teller machine in front of Owen's and got a fast fifty.
And the notebook is up to date. I'm hoping that I can find a way to make tomorrow's farmers' markets tour into a twenty-mile ride, so that I can go to Leesburg next Friday or Thursday.
If I come back by way of Atwood, it will work. Pity there is nothing in Atwood.
More or less. "Route cannot be modified further"
Left 19:48. Market 11:03 – 11:12. Circumnagigated other market 11:24 – 11:35.
11:48 Zimmer. Chinworth Trail 11:58 – 12:16. Took from 12:10 to 13:42 to drink my tea.
Finished lunch at Tippy Park at 12:38.
Arr. Atwood 13:42. Rested in graveyard from 14:30 to 14:40. Passed Lake View Plaza at 15:25. Home at 16:54.
"Lake View Plaza" must be a mistake for "Lake Street Plaza." Since I crashed at Fort Wayne and Detroit, and walked for a significant time thereafter, and had a fender dragging on my front wheel that I couldn't locate with my overheated head fixated on correcting a dragging brake that wasn't there, it's plausible that from Lake Street to home could take over an hour.
I do believe that I didn't move my right arm with my left hand once today. It's been wierd. Yesterday I put toaster on the top shelf with no pain or difficulty, but had to grab my right wrist with my left hand to lower my arm again. And push-ups have been no problem -- though I haven't pushed my edges any. I haven't had any problem with my range-of-motion exercise, but I don't think I've been ranging as far as usual.
The bruise on my arm is more spectacular each day. I put a rice bag on it today; I should have done that when it was fresh.
153.6 pounds
I had to move my right arm with my left hand when I woke up, but didn't get any back talk from it during morning exrcises -- not even when putting it through its range of motion while touching the mattress. Indeed, I moved my arms until the hands touched -- which is probably owing to the mattress keeping the arms from going as far dorsal as they do when I lie on a flat surface.
I wish I could find a list of exercise names. I know the "wall push" is a hamstring stretch, but so are several other exercises.
I can't type with a rice bag on the inside of my arm. I suppose I could stuff it into a sleeve. Seems to be no change in the bruise since yesterday; I should take a picture to compare.
Dash to the fairgrounds market and back. Bought two leeks.
About fifteen miles, about four hours, no heat stress, but there were a couple of hills where I could have worked my way up to it if I hadn't gotten off and walked.
I also got off and walked when crossing Detroit on Fort Wayne on my way home.
I went up Park/Sunset, crossed 30 on Anchorage, wended through the airport roads to 250 N, and took Husky Trail to 300 N. I was feeling a tad rocky after obtaining the cat food, and considered going back the way I came, but I felt even less like a second pass at Husky Trail, so I followed 300 N to Airport Road to 350 N, crossed Detroit onto Sheldon, went half a mile south, a mile west, a mile north, half a mile west, and came south on 200 W. (200 W because the hill on 150 W is one-way for old ladies, 400 N because I seriously regretted the last time I chose to ride the gravel part of 300 N.)
Turned left where The Farm vegetable stand used to be; saw no hope that they would be back. Routine trip through Warsaw; crossed Center on Lincoln Street.
Says here I took from 12:29 until 13:20 to get my tea down, but I did add some stuff. A squirt of switchel concentrate, I'm pretty sure, and probably an ice cube.
I had more ice than would fit into a bag left, and some melted ice to pour where the rose bush used to be. (The stem was still green when I last checked; it might leaf out next spring.) All the bottles were empty, but I emptied the last one in the garage.
I started leaving the vet at 12:46, then sent a text and actually left at 12:58.
Google makes it 6.9 miles to the vet's office.
And 12.9 to return.
To my disappointment, the rain went south. I did pour water into my sleeves at intervals; I must find a water bottle that sprays.
I ate a couple of fruit-and-grain bars.
A quick trip to the dentist, where I learned that I'd flossed out tartar, not tooth. Left 9:25, arrived 9:48, finished 10:45, left 10:48, home 11:28
152.4 pounds
Farmers' market. Left 1007, at market 10:22 – 10:37, home 11:30.
151.2 pounds
Left thigh hurt during morning exercises.
Cramp in left calf during the night.
Sweet Corn Charlie. Left 10:26, at market 10:51 – 11:04, home 11:27.
152.6 pounds
Downtown and back, with a stop at the farmers' market at the fairgrounds. Left home at 10:07, left the farmers' market at 10:37, got home at 11:27. Probably four or five miles. I came back on Clarke Street.
Got my teeth cleaned. Stopped at the teller machine on the way home.
10:20 left
10:49 - 12:05 in office
12:09 departed office
13:00 home
Twenty-nine minutes out, nearly an hour coming back. I don't think I spent *that* much time at the teller machine. Probably wandered a bit.
I got a horrible shock on Main street: sparkling-new paint marking the street as "woke riders only". I *hate* being hyper-alert with detailed and accurate awareness of the dangers, and there is no reasonable alternate route. I didn't really mind when they did it to Fort Wayne, because Clark Street was newly-paved at the time, and I have to get over onto Clark to get around Fort Wayne School anyhow.
I suppose I could use Smith Street and cross the railroad on High or Sheridan. Smith Street has anti-bike lanes, but at least it isn't lined with parked cars.
Depart: 10:22
Farmers' Market: 10:36 to 11:06. Had to stand around a lot waiting for crowds to disperse.
Ride around courthouse: 11:22 to 11:29
Walking through Zimmer: 11:39 to 11:43
Chinworth Trail: 11:43 to 12:03
Lunch at Tippy Park: 12:10 to 12:42
Went north on 350E, 200N, Fox Farm, passed Lake Street Plaza at 13:18, home at 14:06
154.6 pounds
Farmer's market again. This time I came back by way of Parks-Schram and Crystal Lake. I had a crash on the Chinworth Bridge trail, which I described on rec.bicycles.misc. and don't feel like repeating here. I suppose I should describe the bruises in my pain diary.
Last week I was surprised to see picnic tables beside the bridge. This week I rode to Tippy Park, then returned to the bridge intending to eat at the newly-noticed picnic area, and was surprised to notice that the tables are on private land, and it's posted.
But I discovered that the bridge abutment on the west side of the south end is a perfect chair, and there's a step to get down to the footrest while holding the superstructure for support, so I was comfortable while eating my sandwich.
Also the path into the woods is dryer and more convenient, though a tad less secure.
I used only a bottle and a half of water, but I was gone only three and a half hours, and I did drink a pint of tea.
"Used", rather than "drank", because I washed hands and tomatoes and a potted-meat tin with some of it.
Depart 9:58
Farmer's Market 10:15 to 10:36
Left courthouse area 11:07
Passed through Zimmer 11:11 to 11:15
The 1.9 miles of Chinworth Bridge Trail 11:15 to 11:40. Twenty-five minutes for 1.9 miles is 4.56 mph, with no allowance for the crash, nor for stopping three times to inspect "no tresspassing" signs.
Eating (and poking around here and there) from 11:40 to 12:17.
Home 13:25.
That's an hour and eight minutes from the bridge to home. Google Maps says it's eight miles even, though I don't recall exactly where I went after Hand Avenue. Seven miles an hour average, and I stopped here and there to change bottles and the like, and didn't hurry at any point.
But where can I go next week?
To Rotary Park! I happened to see in Thursday's paper that the Legion was selling fried chicken today, so I made a point of coming back that way, and the trip to Rotary Park took up the time before they started serving at noon.
Rotary Park appears to be all finished except for putting up the signs — I had to look on Google maps after I got back to find out its name. It consists, right now, of two climbing rocks, a shelterhouse with two picnic tables, a sculpture made of two huge cogwheels from a locally-important factory, and a water fountain.
There's room for many more tables in the pavilion ("pavilion" appears to be what they are calling shelterhouses now), but I presume Covid considerations -- not to mention the Covid drop in tax revenue -- suggested spacing them. I think more toys are planned, but what they have are complete, polished, and ready to go.
I was delighted to see a functioning water fountain -- when I can resume long trips, this will compensate for the missing Owen's store -- and surprised to see a curb all around; what I'd taken for a parking area was the sidewalk. Google Street View shows that there used to be an alley entrance pointed at the shelterhouse. Said shelterhouse looks a lot closer to the street in Street View than it did when I was sitting in it.
10:07 started mounting up
10:14 departed
10:26 to 10:57 farmers' market
11:08 to 11:30 wandering around the courthouse. I climbed all the staircases, the east one twice because there isn't any on the north side. Spent fourteen minutes on the steps (and circumnavigating the courthouse).
11:45 to 11:52 Rotary Park
12:14 chicken packed in pannier.
Too busy unpacking chicken to note the time when I got home. I got four ears of corn, three boxes of tomatoes, two slicing tomatoes, and a big sweet pepper at the farmers' market.
I rode to the ATM in front of Rothbard's and got a fast fifty, then went to Sweet Corn Charlie and spent four dollars. Left at 11:00, left ATM at 11:17, left SCC at 11:45, got home at 12:35.
I dashed to the ATM and back after supper.
I made a point of going past the bank on the way home, and saw that they do, indeed, have an ATM. It's in the wall beside the inmost lane of the drive-through, and not at all conspicuous.
Going to the bank made me come home by way of Chestnut Street, and I said Hi to Kathy and Dave Gales.
To Auto Zone to buy a package of hose clamps, to secure the bottle cage that came loose -- probably Saturday; all I remember is that I was going north at the time. I'm pretty sure the old clamp was damaged during my collision with the gatepost, but the rust held it together for a while. I re- attached it well enough to get home with the tools I carry, but when I tried to tighten it with a proper screwdriver after I got home, we found that the threads at the tip of the screw had broken off.
I meant to install the new clamp at once, but I forgot to take a screwdriver with me. Well, I thought I could use the screwdriver on my keychain knife or the one on my folding pliers, but both are wee tiny. I just now dug out my old Swiss Army knife, and yes, the larger screwdriver blade is the one I remembered as folding out of my keychain knife. Perhaps I can find a keychain screwdriver. (Froogle says that they are readily available and quite cheap.)
I left home at 10:13, was at the store from 10:27 to 10:48, and got home at 11:05.
Around the South End of the Lake with Peppers and Tomatoes
Left 11:20, forgot to note the farmers' market, left the church where I ate my burrito, still warm from when I didn't eat it for breakfast, at 12:15.
Wandered around the courthouse from 12:26 to 12:33. Was at Rotary Park from 12:48 to 13:01. Got home at 14:08.
Since I stood on the bridge for a while, it's safe to say that I can ride around the south end of the lake in an hour. Google Maps says it's six miles.
I could cut some off that if it were safe to use the Heritage Trail.
I decided to stretch out the dash to Sweet Corn Charlie a bit by picking some catnip seed or a sprig of catnip on the way.
Turns out that the spot along Beyer Farm Trail where catnip used to grow has been mowed.
I did find potatoes, cabbage, and corn. I picked red cabbage because it was the same price as green, and it will look nice on the relish plate. Also, the heads seemed to be in better condition.
After learning that one still can't see through the windows of Flavor Freeze -- it's utterly ridiculous that the windows on all three sides are totally reflective -- I decided to go to Taco Bell and get the chalupa I've been longing for, but when I got there, I decided that I was too hungry to stand in line when there was a good chance that the ordering microphone would be set to ignore me, so I came home, sliced the corn off the last ear of the old batch, and fried it in butter with sausage and egg. I was hoping for chunks of scrambled egg, but got egg-coated kernels instead. It was pretty good. I picked the sausage out to eat separately; if I do this again, I won't cut it quite so fine.
Departed 11:55, left the catnip at 12:26, left Sweet Corn Charlie at 13:17, finished a food bar in Sprawl One at 13:31, got home at 13:47.
Farmers' Market, again.
Left at 10:12, at market 10:26 - 10:49
Met three fire trucks on Smith Street. Never found out what was going on.
Left Center Lake Park at 11:48. Toasted almonds go really well with fruit-and-grain bars.
Rotary Park from 11:59 to 12:20. More tomatoes and snack stick and another fruit-and-grain bar.
Home at 13:03.
Farmers Market again. I climbed one flight of the courthouse four times.
Left at 10:35
Farmers' Market 10:55 - 11:15
No pylons on the kill path on Main Street, which gave me hope, but I later realized that they haven't begun the "It's your duty to right-hook bike riders" education program yet.
Courthouse from 11:33 to 11:58
I noticed that the junction of the radial sidewalk on the south side of the courthouse and the walk that goes around it looks like the pattern for the nose tab on my niqab. (Which was a failure, by the way. Muslin is *much* too stiff to make a veil of. I may try again with gauze, now that my scars are healed enough that moderate shade over a heavy layer of sunscreen ought to do.)
At Rotary Park from 12:06 to 12:26. I brought a sandwich this time, but had absent-mindedly buried my tomatoes. I refilled an empty bottle at the fountain even though I knew I would not empty the other one on the way home -- it's a matter of principle.
At Open Air from 12:45 to 12:53. They close at 3:00 on weekdays; I can make a midweek trip to buy cow manure if I remember why I wanted it.
I continued on Center Street to Hepler, then turned off at the last intersection before Lake and took Leiter to not far west of the roundabout that's just west of Open Air. This was a good route and I may do it again.
Checking the map, I can turn off Center at any right turn after crossing Walnut Creek, and there are no turns between Rotary Park and the creek.
The creek that flows out of Center Lake into Walnut Creek doesn't appear to have a name. Even ditches have names -- but if it had one, surely Lily Center for Lakes and Streams would know it.
Home at 13:33.
I think my pectoralis major has healed. I'm going to try a pushuplet tonight -- but only *one*.
My right arm isn't as sore as it has been -- at the moment.
I'm discontinuing entries in my pain diary, since most of my pains seem to be tied up with training. But there is stuff there that I should read before seeing Darr in December.
I've been to the KCV website. They not only are not aghast at the killzone on Market Street, they are bragging about it!
Left 10:44
Farmers market 10:56 to before 11:21
Right arch hurt while walking on sidewalk
Finished workout on steps at 11:43
Finished buying grilled pork chops at 11:56
Home at 12:27. I think there was a train delay.
152.8 pounds
153.6 pounds
I have realized that I can do the dump tour, by abandoning my offering on Goodwill's doorstep. I also plan to hang some warm socks on the doorknob at Our Father's House.
Pity I can't stop at Owen's or the hospital, but I can buy AREDS2 at Zales.
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While I was buying AREDS2 at Zales, Dave ordered his prescriptions from Zales on line, and had them throw in a couple of bottles of AREDS2. By the time I run out, I'll have forgotten that I need to buy more at intervals.
Our Father's House is closed on Wednesday, so I literally did leave my socks hanging on their door handle . Also a jar of boullion cubes and a pair of velvet tights that I'd tried on and found too tight in the rump. They still had the Goodwill price tag on them.
All were in plastic bags, there is a roof over the walkway, and it won't rain until washday.
Left home at 11:15. Stopped on Main to measure
the killzone "buffered bike lane"
at 11:43.
The buffer was precisely two feet, measured from the outer edges of the fog lines delineating it. The lane was six feet measured from the outside of the "buffer" fog line to the curb, and 45" measured from the "buffer" to the edge of the pavement.
Zales 11:51 to 12:04
Goodwill 12:42 to 12:47
13:50 home
Left 11:21
Farmers Market 11:36 to 12:00
Courthouse 12:21 to 12:43
Worked out on steps 12:25 to 12:34
Home at 13:11
bought onions, sweet peppers, apples, tomatoes
10:00 depart
10:14 - 10:38 farmers' market
11:02 - 11:22 climbed courthouse steps
11:32 left courthouse
11:55 home
11:10 depart
11:23 - ?? farmers' market
12:06 - 12:21 courthouse
12:48 home
Dump tour! I walked up Chestnut Street in order to stop at the teller machine and get two fast fifties.
I noticed the truthful lie of the "no outlet" sign on Chestnut. There are lots of streets and alleys that lead to King's Highway after the sign, but all of them are much more difficult to turn out of than the street the sign is on.
And going into the bank at the exit would be much harder in a car! Since the bank was closed, I cheerfully went the wrong way in a one-way drive-up lane.
It seems to me that one used to be able to get into the bank's parking lot from Chestnut Street. Next time I'm up that way, I hope I remember to look for new curbing.
Then I went by Our Father's House; yup, they are closed on Wednesdays, so I was wise to leave my bag of stuff for them at home. Since I was out for exercise, I planned to return for it if they were open.
Verrry interesting. Google Maps won't let me go through the bank's parking lot, but it *suggests* going in at the one-way exit of the Winona Hotel private guests-only parking lot. Perhaps they feel, as I do, that I still have a right to use Chestnut Street all the way to the end.
Google says that Kimal Trail, which I didn't enter on account of a no-trespassing sign, also goes all the way to the lake proper, and that there are no buildings other than the one at the end, which looks industrial from a bird's-eye view.
Google says 11.4 miles.
Left home at 11:55
Bank from 12:08 to 12:15
Passed Our Father's House at 12:22
Turned onto Park Avenue at 12:48
Sent Dave a text from Goodwill at 13:11
Left Kimal Drive at 13:30
Home at 14:12.
Just checked street view, and there *is* a small sign that might say "private road" attached to the back of the stop-sign post, partly-hidden by the street sign post.
When passing 942 Sherman Street, I saw a sign that said Niebbia's Sew Wonderful.
When preparing the day before the ride, I reflected on how much it annoys me to have vertical lines on my note paper. Well, duh! there is no law saying that I can't use it in lanscape mode. That uses the paper up faster, but I have worlds of those little sheets, and writing parallel to the fold makes it more likely that the whole ride will fit on one side. Also makes more room for naming stops.
A message sent to Linda today, which is Thursday:
Sounds as though I jinxed you by skipping last time.
Get plenty of fluids and fruit, lie down whenever you are the least bit tired, and you know the drill.
I recently learned that Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" is perfect for timing a five-minute rest. You wouldn't think jazz would be relaxing, but the tune is just complex enough to keep your mind off whatever you are resting up from, and it doesn't put words into your head.
I was disappointed that rain was predicted for today's mammogram, but yesterday I realized that I didn't want to show up today wearing four long- sleeved shirts and a bra, all pull-overs, so it's just as well that I had to drive.
Yesterday was perfect for a ride, and I thought I'd go to Goodwill and then complete a counter- clockwise circle of Center Lake, but on the way up Chestnut I realized that I haven't gone any farther than Warsaw in ages, so I came straight back. I did explore down Kimal Drive on the way back. It's all undeveloped except for two houses right on the lake, a stark contrast to the dense housing developments on the rest of the north end of Pike Lake. Also it's strictly a no-trespassing zone -- appears to be some sort of sensitive work going on at the end of Kimal Lane, which I'd intended to explore on the way out, but once turned in, I could see the sign. The woman who told me that Kimal Drive is private was quite pleasant, but I noticed that she kept watch until sure I was leaving. There's no sign on the intersection with Anchorage except the street sign, but the visible part of the pavement is neglected and narrow and not clearly distinguished from the adjacent parking lot.
End quote.
Last Farmers' Markets tour. Fairgrounds market closed last week, but the crowd had thinned enough that I could enter parts of the courthouse market. I dropped a glove somewhere after buying a package of pork liver and couldn't find it even though I hadn't gone very far before missing it. I have another pair, but yellow gloves are hard to come by even when I'm allowed to enter stores.
It had warmed up enough that I didn't honestly need the glove, but losing it took the enthusiasm out of coming back the long way. Which was just as well: I was in walking distance of home when I unshipped my chain and it got so tangled that I couldn't put it back on the chainwheel. I'm going to have to walk it to the Trailhouse tomorrow (I'm writing on Sunday). I had a unshipped it a short time earlier, and had had to get off the bike to put it back on, and reflected that the derailleur probably needed adjusting. That was the first time in recent memory that I unshipped to the *inside*, instead of draping over the crank.
Left home at 9:44
Dropped shorts and briefs at Our Father's House at 9:55
Stopped at fairgrounds market to clean glasses from 10:03 to 10:06
At the courthouse market from 10:22 to 10:47
Climbed steps from 10:22 to 10:34
left the village, walking, at 11:31
Home at 11:48
Went to the church to wipe the gaskets and drop off giant-garlic seed, went to Our Father's House to drop off a can of tomato sauce that I bought by mistake, crossed Winona to look at the new carry-out place (which shows no signs of life other than fresh paint), came back by Fort Wayne and Harrison. I'm not even going to bother to ask Google how many miles that was.
Left home at 11:24, left the church at 12:06, got home at 12:44.
Another short ride, but I bought a bison burger after climbing the courthouse steps and brought it home for lunch.
Left 12:00, dropped book at library at 12:22, arrived at steps at 12:40, got home at 13:37
Disaster tour: I looked at the construction that was slowed by unexpected buried slag, and after climbing the courthouse steps three times each, I went to the scene of the house fire on Lake Street.
Left at 10:35, at old-folk's home construction 10:56 to 11:01, at steps 11:12 to 11:30, arrived at fire scene 11:40 (I walked), home at 12:08
Depart 10:41
11:18 - 11:30 Goodwill
11:52 Petsmart Phone: 574-269-7511
Left Kohl Plaz 12:02
12:47 - 12:52 R&B car company (sent text)
13:40 home
Left 10:41
Returned for mask, left again 10:48
11:26 - Goodwill
Footpath to railroad at end of Frazier Street
12:43 Home
Left 11:31
12:07 - 12:10 Animal Welfare League
12:37 Home
13.9 miles, two and a half hours.
I probably went farther than Google estimated when I was planning the route, but I'm not going to bother pestering for a more-accurate measurement.
I did check that Google thinks it's 4.7 miles from Goodwill to Winona Lake Trails. I did that in exactly thirty minutes, which means I averaged 9.4 mph. Yay!
Depart 12:07
Climbing McElroy Hill 12:59 - 13:16. I did the entire ride on the big ring because I doubted my ability to get back onto the big ring after shifting down, so I started walking sooner than usual.
13:28 reached Tippe Downs
13:41 walked through R&B Car Company
13:50 14:05 Goodwill
14:35 home
I climbed only one staircase today.
10:01 depart
10:13 Hanged if I can read that note: "peacHoney"? "porch oxy"? "pracHooncy"?
10:19 - 10:23 ATM
10:34 - 11:28 church
11:48 home
Our Father's House, with a side trip to work out at the courthouse. Spent more time dressing than I spent on the bike. I'm going to have to wear my heavy wool jersey from now on -- my new phone demands more than a thin layer of linen between it and cool weather. Since the wool jersey zips in front, I can carry the phone in an underjersey.
Depart: 9:38
Re-depart: 9:48
I returned for band-aids after a cold wind in my face reminded me that sun isn't all I'm supposed to protect against.
9:58 - 10:05 walking around in Lakeview Plaza
10:27 - 10:45 climbing three sets of steps at least three times each
11:15 home
10:30 depart
10:56 - 10:59 ATM
?? - 11:30 church
11:49 home
Walked to the entrance to look at the new right- turn lane.
12:21 depart
12:33 - 12:38 looked around at entrance
12:51 home
Yawn. Courthouse again. This time I walked around the old-folks home going up between Market and Center, and stopped at the old jail to use their steps.
12:12 depart
12:36 - construction site
13:02 - 13:08 old jail, three laps
13:11 - 13:25 courthouse, three laps, three step sets.
13:42 waited for train
14:04 home
11:46 depart
12:09 - 12:12 ATM
14:00 home
Cain't do anything constructive, so I'll catch up on all those little slips of paper. I think the oldest is the 15th of December.
Nope: I just forgot to draw a green line through the note.
More-or-less by accident, I have begun to keep separate notebooks for walking and riding. One of those was for Dec. 13.
Had to spend some time in the parking lot outside the eye clinic this morning. Will probably go back tomorrow. At least it will be daylight this time.
Now for the old slips on the monitor stand. Blur in May -- such a long ride in May? While trying to make out the blur -- ah, just now I got just the right distance on it, it was 8 May.
In 2012. No wonder the date is smeared. I'll dump this one unread.
Saturday, 17 August 2019. Snivel, whine, there is a note on it of money spent at the Farmer's Market, and I stopped at Owen's on the way back. Dumped with a green stroke.
Saturday 7 March 2020. I'll put this one in its proper place.
This turned out to be the second sheet of the saga of the muddy rims.
Saturday 20 July 2019 -- the notes from the Tour des Lakes. I surely must have written this up, but I'll keep the slip.
Wednesday, 17 June 2020 -- one of my trips to the dermatologist in Fort Wayne. Left at 11:26, arrived at Forefront Dermatology at 12:30, departed at 1:18 -- must have got that time off the car clock instead of my phone -- 2:17 passed through Columbia City, home at 2:48.
Green line and dump.
Farmers-market tours on October 17 and 24. I shall record them in their proper place.
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