Last weekend, I hit the two hundred mile (322 km) mark for my running for the year. That's pretty good. Last year, I did 212 for the entire year. If I'm doing my math correctly, I'm on track for 500 miles for the year.
Nice side benefit is that I've lost 15 to 20 pounds (6.8 to 9 kg). And people notice, too. I'll take it!
Walking up to the front door about twenty minutes ago, I see what looks like a cat walking past the door outside. As I start to open the door to scare it away, I realize it has a ringed tail. Raccoon!
The sound of the door opening spooked it enough so that it ran to the nearest tree and climbed up a few feet before stopping to stare back at me. Pretty masked face looking back at me.
I won the staring contest and it climbed up the redwood, disappearing into the dark branches. Then I see another shadow skirt by toward the same tree. Two coons!
I went inside and grabbed a flashlight and looked all around up in the tree. Finally I saw bright, round yellow eyes looking back down at me. Moving to a better vantage point, I saw both of the pairs of eyes, then the bodies. Went in again to get Penny out of bed; she wasn't asleep yet. We go back out, spot them, and she finally sees them. But there's not just two, there are three of them up in the tree. Wow, what a find! That's pretty cool, having raccoons out front.
Got me thinking later, though, that they might be coming around here because they are running low on water and/or food further out in the wilds. There has been some chatter in our neighborhood Nextdoor circles that coyotes have been spotted nearby. And there have been cats found dismembered after being out after dark.
If the reason we're getting such wildlife so far into the suburbs is because of the drought, then that's just sad. I really hope we all make it through, the human families as well as all the families of critters out there that depend on the rains, all the same.
Photo courtesy Flickr user Nico via CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
In October, we thought we were going to Tahoe, neighbor Jerry's cabin. We changed the plan a week before the holiday, and at the very last minute, the night before, registered for the Silicon Valley Turkey Trot. Morning of, we got up early and prepped, figuring out light rail details, bib numbers, safety pins, etc.
Drove to the light rail station, rolled into downtown. We walked too much looking for where they were handing out late-comer bibs, but got a break when we ran into a volunteer person looking for registered participants with bib numbers above 26000 (that's us!).
Ran most of the 3 miles, and finished at 38:47 according to my watch's chronometer (only one second off from the official time!). After the 3.1, we made our way to the festival area, found our TT 2013 shirts, got free bananas, sweet potato chips and water, then made way to Santa Clara light rail station. Train was just arriving so we ran for the train but missed it, then happily discovered it wasn't ours. Railed it back to the car, and got home in time to ready for thanksgiving with family. Just enough, just in, time. Like greased rails, oh yeah...
Next year, let's do this a little more seriously, ok?
Yesterday, I got a cold call from a real estate agent, also known as a used home salesman. Not sure how he got my number, and I'm not sure if he actually knew where I live, where the property is located.
He told me that inventory in the area was low, there is a resurgence in the local market, and whether I was considering selling. Yada, yad.
I replied that everything's for sale, implying that anything could be sold if the price was right. He may not have picked up on that implication, as he started to get really excited that he may have hooked a live one, someone who was considering selling but just hadn't acted on it yet. I'm sure big dollar sign ideas of commissions started running through his head.
He asked if we could meet up to talk about it. But first, I said, he had to understand that there is a minimum price I would have, specifically, we would only consider selling if we were looking at eight figures. It took him a second to do the math, at which point he started laughing. As if I was kidding. I told him if he could come up with a buyers that could produce that kind of serious offer, then we could talk. However, if he didn't think his salesmanship was up to the challenge, he can keep walking.
I got this email from the nra yesterday, the subject line says "An Object in Motion Stays in Motion". Opening it up and displaying the images (the entire mail was an image, btw), I saw the following use of Isaac Newton's law of motion. At first, I thought it would say something about a slug flying through the air in some dramatic, slow motion image. But they were really talking about the inertia they have had in successfully blocking legislation that most of the US population thinks makes sense. Of course, they didn't outright say any of that, but it sure is implied.
It's also an interesting use of the way males humans' minds work. Males seem to have more of a propensity to think spatially, of objects moving through space, in relation to each other. That's what's happening when nra members pull the trigger, the climactic moment when their device goes boom and sends a dense piece of metal flying through space at great speed. That sure is some clever marketing, yes it is. Also interesting is that they used Newton, which to my eye these days sure looks likes the word "Newtown". What that tells me is at least in my mind, this manufacturer's lobbying group is now interminably linked to the town in Connecticut that suffered greatly at the end of last year.
What really crossed my mind is that they should have indeed discussed that a small object in motion, traveling at very high speed, will continue to remain in motion, almost completely regardless of what it hits, especially six year old human flesh and bone. That would be a lot closer to reality. Yep, even that same young flesh and bone can't stop that political object in motion they're talking about, which is continues in motion toward the edge, the fringe.