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May 26

I spun around the ‘Hello Summer” sign on the front porch today

In the backyard we have a few irises that are showing off. I shot this from the hip as we were between hither and thither … or was it after the yon? Who can keep it straight? Who needs to keep it straight? It’s Friday!

My grading is complete. The semester is complete. Well, I must still submit my grades, which I’ll do this weekend. And I have a meeting Monday. And another one Wednesday. And at least three others to be determined. Some of those, at least will be a part of the mental shift from this term to the fall term, with a lot of summer in between.

I am looking forward to the summer in between. I am going to read a lot. I am going to finish some projects. I’m going to not think about work for a long while. That might be the hardest part. It will also be valuable. And that begins at the conclusion of the two meetings next week.

I wonder when it actually start to mentally feel like summer this year. I’ll let you know.

I’m still living in the happy memories of our wonderful Irish vacation. So, I’m sharing extra videos that we didn’t get to at the time. It was a great vacation. I have a lot of footage. This will go on for some time. Enjoy it with me, won’t you?

This is Malin Head — and it is absolutely worth seeing.

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May 26

The grocery getters

I am grading. I will finish tomorrow. Using the power of will, I will will it to be done. It will be done. I have made great headway, but the alternatively best and worst thing is the little counter that shows me how much more there is to go.

Actually, maybe that’s the worst thing. The best thing is seeing people turn in good work and watching their grades improve. This has to do with how finals are weighted, maybe someone finally took it seriously, or it just all clicked into place. Whatever the individual reason, the grades are going in positive directions. I haven’t seen anything scary or negative. May the trends continue.

I was sent to the grocery store because my lovely bride had done the regular shopping, but forgot an ingredient for tonight’s dinner. So I volunteered to go. What’s one brief trip for one item compared to all of the shopping she does? You just go back to the dairy aisle, confront yourself with the modern age of dairy products, and grab the thing you need. Also, you might cruise by the cereal aisle for something you’ve lately been craving. There’s no need to get all the things you’ve been lately adding to your mental list, because why be efficient when you can go back again? What, then, is one brief trip? It is a pleasure to provide some brief relief to the bringer of groceries, the standard in lines, the regular pusher of the shopping cart.

But let’s talk about what you’re driving to the grocery store. Why are these trucks taller than the car? What do you think you are buying at the grocery store? You certainly aren’t filling the bed of the truck. It’s a sizable store, but I know you aren’t because you are doing the TikTok Combat Park Challenge for no reason whatsoever.

The person driving the truck on the left here, I saw them loading groceries. (In the cab, of course.) The man driving the truck on the right was sitting in his truck. You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, but you can tell the price, and in this case, it is hard to imagine these trucks living a heavy duty lifestyle.

I bet they feel pretty gratified, right now, about gas prices, too.

Anyway, ricotta acquired. Self-check out checked out. I had determined to stop using those things, but the checkouts with employees were backed up considerably. Maybe that means other people are also over the whole “You aren’t paying me to do the work you are no longer paying your employees to do” concept. We’re all going to come to that conclusion before long, I think. Next time I go to the store, this will be my stand.

After I marvel at the oversized vehicles out front.

This is Horn Head.

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13
May 26

Domestic hazards

There are two great fears in my home-life. One, that a cat will jump out from somewhere and startle me, or do some real damage. I wonder where the kitty could be …

The other day she hid under the covers that were bunched up and hanging over the foot of the bed. Where, oh where, is Phoebe? That little tail just swishing out in the air. I can’t see Phoebe anywhere!

The other fear is that a cat will walk across a keyboard at a critical time. There’s grading to be done. Fortunately, I convinced Poseidon to curl up and take a nap behind the laptop. It’s a heat source, and he likes to find the warmest spot possible.

The grading is coming along. It filled the day. I’ll be at it for a few more days. Things will probably be light here as I work my way through it all. The most important thing is that the cats are doing well, we are doing well, and you’ve got a video of an absolutely stunning place below. Enjoy.

This incredible view is of the Tra Na Rossan Beach on the Ros Goill peninsula.

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12
May 26

I can see the miles ahead

My last finals and projects are rolling in now. They’re all due by 11:59 tonight. The original deadline was that same time last night, but after the Canvas outage last week I pushed it a day. It seemed the polite thing to do, and doesn’t crimp my schedule. All of my final grades must be submitted by the 18th. I started the day with 96 more things to assess and the final grades to tally and submit. The last part goes quickly. And I began chipping away at the final projects today.

And they go fairly quickly. This is work my online class does. They’ve been studying social media platforms all semester and in last six weeks or so we’ve been on a four-part journey of examining a particular platform of their choice. (Most these days are choosing TikTok and Instagram. It’s all about personal trends.) The first stage is simple, pick your platform, write an introduction and rationale, which get modified as the project moves along. The second stage is that they have to start coding the platform’s tools according to one of the key readings of the semester. They begin analyzing their data and putting that into the outline form of this project. By the third stage, having finished their coding, they are essentially the rough draft of a platform audit. All of these get a lot of feedback from me, which I am happy to provide and hope they find useful. It does take time. But for this, the fourth assignment in the project, they are submitting their final, finished audit. No feedback necessary. I just get to read the thing (some of which I’ve now read two or three times) and make sure everything is present and where it needs to be.

And also their final, which is an essay. So 48 of both of those, 96 things. But I spent much of today working through the audits that came in before the deadline. I’ll spend tomorrow and Thursday and maybe Friday, finishing this off.

To celebrate, as I often do, I went for a bike ride. This was the ride where I got a couple of three-minute miles, which I don’t do that often anymore. This was the ride where I decided to start adding on a few extra miles. I was going to do 25, but I was riding well. The weather was lovely …

… and I told myself that this was the ride where I would start building up some real mileage. This is what I tell myself every year. For 16 years now I’ve told myself this. And almost every time something — a trip, responsibilities, illness, motivation, extreme heat, life — gets in the way of that. I just want to be fit enough to go out and ride to some place for five or six hours, see the sun like this on the way back in …

… and have enough energy to want to do it again the next day.

The other thing I want to do is to find a nice shade-filled park a couple, ride there, carry a book, sit under a tree and read a while, and then come back home. There are a few parks around town here, but that’s more like a thing you’d do to break up an afternoon — if you were the break-up-an-afternoon sort (I am not) — not take on as a challenge.

One of these would be easier than the others. I just need to figure out how to not sweat through a book while I ride.

A third thing I’d like to do — and I don’t want to become a bikepacker, because I’m too old to ride long distances, sleep on the ground, and ride long distances the next day — is to get a hammock and ride long distances, string up my hammock …

Actually, no, that seems like a lot of work.

Just long distances, and then other rides to faraway parks. And daily 30-milers like today’s ride, which was a lot of fun.

This beautiful little spot is Ros Guill.

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11
May 26

Line and pole rod

How was your weekend? Here it was … variable. Coolish on Saturday morning. It felt almost damp. (That’s a meteorological observation where I’m from, and it differs from humidity.) The mercury struggled to get to 67 degrees. The temperature peaked before noon and started falling away soon after. Sunday it was 81 degrees and it finally rained.

Recently a read a paper from a colleague who is an atmospheric scientist. She and her co-authors were discussing how highly variable springs are just the new normal around here now. Climate change in daily life. It’s hurting the crops. Because the agricultural sector needs more challenges right now.

Today we topped out at 69 degrees. Tomorrow we’ll have variable skies and be in the mid-70s. One of these things is late spring. They can’t all be late spring.

Saturday morning we went out for a ride with the neighbors. The guy up front lives just behind us. The woman closest to me in the photo lives about a mile away. There’s at least two other cyclists in between these houses. We could start a little roadie gang.

We should start a little roadie gang. Only, I, being neither fast enough or talented enough, am not the biggest fan of group rides. Three or four people is probably my comfort limit, and I like them to be spread a bit, rather like that photo. Some people are crowders, should bumping, handlebar rubbing riders, and I’m too frail for all of that.

Today, I woke up, sent a reminder note to my online class about their adjusted deadlines, and then went out to the creek. The purpose was to pretend to do a little fly fishing. But, really, I could just sit next to that, walk along the bank, or put on those waders and just go out there and stand in it for the better part of a day and be happy. And hey, that’s what i did.

I caught one good fish, a beautiful 16-inch rainbow trout. Slipped him right back in the water, and he went and told all of his friends to take a good look before trying to eat anything else. His messaging worked. I got a lot of nibbles, a few on the line, but couldn’t bring anything else in the rest of the day.

Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter at all. I’d probably rather not hook them if I’m not going to keep them, and these are catch-and-release. Some people like the gear — and there sure is a lot of it in fly fishing. Some people like the puzzle and the challenge. I could stand right here and listen to the woods and unwind until my toes grow cold from the water and I’ll get everything I need out of the experience.

It’s funny. I’ve been on this little body of water twice and our host is keen to coach me up. I think he thinks I’ve never been fishing before or something. I have now been fly fishing three times. Twice with him. But I grew up with a Zebco and spent a lot of time with bobbers and worms and liver bait and bass lures. Even then, I enjoyed the peacefulness and the company, most of all. But my guy here on this river — they call it a river, I’m not sure it rises to that level — was taking it personal that I wasn’t getting more fish. He’s a big technique guy. He feels the real thrill of bringing them in. I think he’s trying to appreciate every little part of his sport. And he’s a pretty good teacher, even if he has a lousy student. He’s got my casting and line management techniques down to an almost manageable level. There’s a real satisfaction in placing it where you want it to go, as opposed to in a tree. It’s satisfying when the cast feels just right. Just being under those trees is more so.

This is part of the view at Island Roy.