Riding to work in 17 degrees? Big Manly Points, dude. Well done indeed. I stayed inside and dealt with real-estate issues, save for a quick trip to Whole Paycheck to fetch the ingredients for chicken noodle soup.
The FM and a rare sighting of Miss Mia Sopaipilla! Keep warm, guys! My kitty, aged 4, moved from the window into her “soft house” in the living room to keep warm from drafts about 2 months ago. Constructed of padded material it looks like a small dog house with a peaked roof. I inherited that “house” when I adopted her and her brother in April. Her darling brother H died in Aug. of cancer gone undiagnosed by my vet who was treating her for something else…yep that happened.The pathologist noted my cat was young to have adenocarcinoma. This after I my dear cat of 15+ years died in February. I had purposely adopted 2 cats that had to go together, too, as those shelters often have a hard time placing ‘multiples’. They brought so much joy after the terrible loss of W in February. And then to lose H so young. Ahhh pets!!
P.S. This took forever to type due to the constant, unhelpful autocorrects. I think I fixed all of them.
Man, it’s tough to lose ’em, especially in quick succession. Breaks my heart. But boom, we go right back out and fetch another one home from the shelter.
Miss Mia annexed that bed from Mister Boo, who was doing a poor job of keeping an eye (ho ho ho) on it. The Boo favors a motley pile of a raggedy-ass dog bed, blankie and towel for sleeping purposes, then relocates to an equally ratty dog bed in my office come morning.
Miss Mia rotates from her bed to the cat tower to the back of a couch to my backup hard drive depending upon temperature and her need for company.
The Turk loves him some master bed, especially if the blinds are open to let the morning sun in. When that becomes too tedious for words he relocates to the cat tower to enjoy the afternoon sun.
They may not live as long as we do, but they seem to enjoy themselves quite a bit.
“Each separate being in the universe returns to the common source.”
Tao te Ching translated by Stephen Mitchell
I would like to think that includes dogs and cats who have had their way with our hearts. And, it is our delightful job to help them enjoy every minute. I can’t save them all, but I can save one at a time. That is why the Duffinator now rules this roost.
Ever read Frank O’Connor’s “Requiem?” That one always sets me to howling like a dog.
“I’m as good a Catholic as the next, but I’d say it to the Pope himself this minute if he walked into this room. They have souls, and people are only deluding themselves about it. Anything that can love has a soul.”
That’s one dude who knew where all my buttons were without ever having met me.
I haven’t read any Frank O’Connor short stories, but after a little research about him, I will. Thanks for the tip!
By the way, have you any secrets for maintaining your incentive for riding while waiting for the thermometer to climb to a decent temperature? I am an “early bird” and have been since I can remember. By 0600 or earlier in the summer, I am ready to ride. When I have to wait until 0900 or later to go, I get distracted by other things and the ride never happens. I know, I need to harden up.
Frank’s as good as it gets. “Guests of the Nation” is a powerful piece. “Freedom” is another keeper. Get yourself a copy of his “Collected Stories.” Ain’t a bad one in the bunch.
As to winter exercise, now, if it’s freezing or below, I tend to run. Above freezing I’ve been known to engage in an hour of cyclocross. We had perfect terrain for either alternative in Bibleburg and it’s even better here.
My little Binky kitty is sleeping lots these days…she’s moving from baby to adult and the cold weather surely slows her down some. As for riding when it’s cold…I find the worst part of the ride is summoning the courage to actually go outside. If you wear warm fleece tights and other warm gear, it’s not so bad. But I do have a hard time finding others who will ride with me. Most will not go out if it’s under 50 – 60 degrees. Not me, I hate the indoor trainer.
Cyclocross and/or mountain-bike rides are good cold-weather alternatives. Lower speed, less wind chill. But I agree, company helps.
Back in the Nineties, when I was still racing a ton, I benefited from having a small group of insane friends who would deride, insult and otherwise abuse anyone who skipped the day’s training ride. There were plenty of times when the uniform of the day included neoprene tights and booties, watch cap and/or balaclava, ski gloves, and a couple-three long-sleeved jerseys topped off with a thick jacket.
I require 45 degrees to start. But in this last cold snap, record cold a couple of nights down here with freeze warnings in Tucson last two nights, It didn’t hit 45 until around 0930-1000. But tomorrow we’re hitting Brown Canyon on the mountain bikes even if it’s snowing.