What I did on my summer vacation

As it turns out, almost all of the 85+F days we’ve gotten this summer were last week, which was also my vacation and my birthday! I hardly touched the computer; for the most part we alternated between bicycling and watching Harry Potter movies – or Star Trek: Voyager.

On my actual birthday, we biked downtown for coffee and a trip to the Farmers Market. ERN called while I was there and we chatted for a bit while I watched the bees in the garden at the market. We biked home by way of the fancy beer shop, where I picked up some ciders…and EAN called, and we wished each other mutual happy birthdays. 🙂 Did some laundry, talked to Kat, had some BLTs — which were awesome!

The tomato was a gift from a down the street neighbor. A couple of years ago, when we had a ginormous pile of wood chips in the front yard, a couple of little girls came over and asked if they could take some. They took a few wheelbarrow-loads, and we thought nothing more of it. Then one day (Labor Day weekend?) they came over with their dad with a box of tomatoes, some chard, a cucumber, and a little squash, as a thank you gift. So sweet! I gave them a jar of pickles, after we had talked about canning for a bit. The last of the tomatoes went on my birthday BLT.

Then, of course: ride to the river! (I biked to the river on every even-numbered day of my vacation, which I totally didn’t plan.) Set out a bit later than we would’ve liked, so we ended up riding in the hot part of the day. Happily, a great deal of the trail is shaded and there was a pleasant breeze. And of course the hot ride made the cold river even more delightful. As I said to some random person: “It’s fucking freezing, and then it’s awesome!” Dunked in the river a couple of times, had some snacks, basked in the sun. And then our friend L and her boyfriend showed up totally out of the blue! So that was lovely. We stayed late, until the sun passed through the trees and came out on the other side. (In this photo of the river, the stand of trees on the left side.) We all rode most of the way back together as the sun fell low in the sky, arriving home at dusk. The ride was glorious, perfectly pleasant temperature, and I just flew down the trail.

I ended my day with a trip to the Fred Meyer (yes, really), steak and fries, root beer float, cake, movies, and a Lego set. 🙂

It might end up having been my last summer ride to the river this year; today the heat wave broke, and I don’t know that we’ll see another stretch of heat. I’m happy that on our other rides last week we managed to push a little further before doubling back to relax on the river. I had my longest ride ever at just shy of 32 miles. Next year I’m hoping to bike all the way to the Quarry Park in Tenino to swim and camp. It feels doable now, which is something to keep me fired up through the winter to come.

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Bicycling with Android

One of the things I was hoping to use my G2 for was tracking my bike rides, and to that end I’ve tried a variety of apps. (Unfortunately for the purposes of this post, I don’t remember all of them, and have uninstalled most of them.) So far, the two best of the bunch have been Strava & My Tracks. Strava has the better start/stop interface, and My Tracks tracks more of the data that I’m interested in. Specifically, I want to know my max speed, and I like the graph comparing speed with incline.

But I’m still only likely to use them when for whatever reason my trusty old cyclometer isn’t available…even though my cyclometer doesn’t map my ride or export it or post it to the internet. Because it has a nice mount on my handlebars, doesn’t have to be woken up or wait for a gps signal to start, and I don’t have to remember to stop it manually when my ride is over. And most of the time, I know what my route looked like, since probably 90% of my rides are to work or to the grocery store.

I’ve even got my own online tracking setup, integrated in the same site where I (usually) track my weight & sleep and keep a daily journal, which I built myself in Drupal. So when I wanted to make myself a list of which rides were commutes so I could more easily report that for work, I could add a checkbox and write a view in what I’m pretty sure was less than an hour. I can sort my rides by distance, time, max speed…not yet average speed though; I’m waiting for a patch to a module. Plus I can make notes about the ride: interesting things I saw, the weather, etc. And it takes just a couple of minutes; usually I record the day’s cycling stats off of the cyclometer just before bed.

So I guess it’s a higher hurdle than I expected, for a cycling app to be better than the cyclometer I’ve been using for 5 (?) years!

(I’m still interested in recommendations, though, if anybody’s using something they really like.)

Update: one other feature that none of the apps have that I love on my cyclometer: a thermometer. I don’t use it for tracking, but it’s nice to know the temp as I’m riding.

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The Birthday Post

It occurred to me this week that this year has some interesting birthday anniversaries:

5 Years Ago: Ok, this one is boring, but quite deliberately so. (Mmmmm, cake.) We were living in our current house, and I was working at Pierce College.

10 Years Ago: The actual birthday was not especially notable, although what I do remember is that the birthday itself was fighty. What makes this one notable is that it happens to be the day before 9/11. Nothing like waking up after a lousy birthday to TEH END OF TEH WORLD. (Given that I’m on the west coast, and that at the time I had my clock radio set to NPR, I did actually wake up to planes hitting towers, although exactly at what point in that sequence I don’t remember now.) We were living in a duplex in Lakewood, and I was working at Pierce College. C & I had been married for a year and a half.

15 Years Ago: The Toe Birthday! The Sunday before this particular birthday I was carrying a paper cutter by its handle across the front office at the Children’s Museum when the handle came loose, and the rest of the cutter landed directly on my big toe. I celebrated my birthday with my two best friends…with a pack of frozen peas on my (still really hurting) toe. Sometime around midnight, one of my friends insisted that I let him take me to the ER, because it shouldn’t hurt that much two days later. I got my toenail burned through by the ER doc. (OWOWOWOW. Also: gross.) I remember two things about that experience: first, the color of the bruise under my toenail was about the same color as the nail polish they had to remove to see it. (Purple!) Second, the woman in the space next to me was having some sort of allergic reaction (rash?), possibly to shampoo, which wouldn’t have been a big deal except that she was quite hugely pregnant. I was given vicodin after I left: I took half of one and slept about 12 hours. I was living in a studio apartment in the Stadium District of Tacoma, and working at the Children’s Museum of Tacoma. I had only met C once, which I totally don’t remember, although I worked with one of his best friends. (Who, FWIW, was the person I was working with when I hurt my toe.) Notably, this was also a week and a half after the crash that ended up killing one of my co-workers. See “Road” under History on this page about Technological Hazards.

20 Years Ago: I’ve been trying to remember if this was the birthday when my high school friends threw me a surprise party…the only surprise party I’ve ever had. It was either my 16th or 17th birthday, and for the life of me I can’t remember! In any case, it wasn’t a surprise. I was the last of that group of friends to have a birthday in the year that we threw parties for everybody, so I was kind of expecting it. Then one of my friends called the house, I answered the phone, and she immediately asked to talked to my sister. Um, yeah, that’s not obvious. ::rolls eyes:: This (approximately) was the conversation sis and I had later:

Me: so, when’s the party?

ERN: what party? (tries to look innocent, fails) Ok, it’s at Farrell’s on [day/time].

Me: I’m scheduled to work that day. Can you call her and have them reschedule?

ERN: Sure. Can you at least try to act surprised?

And because I startle easily, I managed to look plenty surprised. I’m thinking it was my 17th birthday, since I distinctly remember having this conversation while waiting for the bus, and my senior year was the only year we took the bus to school together. But I’m entirely willing to believe I may be off by a year. (Readers of this blog who have known me that long are welcome to correct me.) Whether it was the year of the surprise party or not, it was definitely the last year I celebrated my birthday at home, in Altadena CA. I was about to start my senior year of high school, and I also worked at the Altadena Library. I had been dating R for about 6 months.

I don’t remember anything particularly notable about either my 12th or 7th birthdays.

As for tomorrow, we shall see.

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