SpeedRacer! Touchdown!
Sunday, 8 February 2026

I meant to post this yesterday…we had a Mardi Gras parade in our neighborhood. This was afterwards, just normal illegal parking. Not all the festivities this weekend had to do with athletes.
Sunday, 8 February 2026

I meant to post this yesterday…we had a Mardi Gras parade in our neighborhood. This was afterwards, just normal illegal parking. Not all the festivities this weekend had to do with athletes.
Saturday, 7 February 2026

Lately, I’ve been working on balancing my hamstrings and my quads. Both my knees and back feel better.
Connection to visual: who wants to hit a wall?
Friday, 6 February 2026

Plants can be so resilient! These perked right up and got to the business of being a successful plant (flowering, seed creation), toot-sweet after the last two weekends of distinctly winter weather.
Thursday, 5 February 2026

Now that the ice storm and the snow storm have passed, budding has begun.
Wednesday, 4 February 2026

I’ve been trying to cook/eat lower on the food chain, as in more plant protein. My go-to these days includes a veggie bean stew, which has endless variants. When I heat leftovers, lately I’ve been microwaving some fresh spinach in the bowl first, then adding the stew and heating it all again. This bowl has bonus cheddar.
Plus, I recently found out that since the beans (and this is true of cooked grains, too) have been chilled, their grams of resistant starch have somehow increased—and that’s also good for the gut. Apparently, in some chemical magic, the chilling reorders the starch molecules in a process technically called retrogradation (and that’s enough science for today).
Tuesday, 3 February 2026

Three times I had words and an idea to put with this picture, then the day slipped away, and all you get is a delayed-post picture with an apology.
Monday, 2 February 2026

This park has a goodly tree count, but this is the only one that came down, I assume from the ice storm a week ago. This is how biomes change from weather events.
Sunday, 1 February 2026

When it came time to write last night, I forgot my plan to reminisce about the year I went to 4-H Snow Camp. I must have been in about ninth grade, and I dunno why I wanted to go, probably to fit in. I have no recollection of how we got there (rented school bus?), or of how big our group was, or even what the scheduled activities were.
What I remember is that The Boys decided to throw The Girls into the snow. I was having none of it, and fought and kicked, and soon was left alone—so much for fitting in.