Musings

Latest dismissed theory

A couple of weeks back, I came up with an idea for an index to describe the intensity of my activity/projects/that kind of undertaking. Back then I was doing mattock work, and my watch periodically would offer to call emergency assistance. So, my index idea would be the number of times it did that. I guess it would be slightly better if that count was set against the time involved.

The most intense project was a six—six offers to call for help because I had fallen (so my watch assumed—it was really mattock-thunks that set it off).

Lately, I’ve been doing pressure-washing. No offers to call for help. Therefore, these days have been zeros, one after the other. Comparing zeros isn’t terribly illuminating, so, pfft, the index is now in the dustbin of history.

Being civil

This morning’s most important errand: early in-person voting (primary). I had a hard time getting even basic information about down-ballot candidates, but managed to make sufficiently informed decisions (pretty sure).

Things change

I’m convinced that I met the Guru because of Ted’s choice to become a media guy. Of course, it wasn’t that simple! RIP, Ted.

I asked the Guru to create an image that portrays the intersection of his design work and Ted’s stations. There’re interesting visual tidbits.

Flower on my wrist

I never tried a photo on my watch before; I knew it was possible, but I didn’t think it was…me. However, peony-watch is a fine look.

Evil urushiol herbage

I’m calling this “PI harvest.” Some of the sprigs already had buds. Ick.

Yawn

Sure felt like a Sunday around here….

Eco-cycling

So, I made veggie Thai curry tonight, and trimmed it with basil…of course, from the plant that needed (shall we say) shaping. It’s the first garden output of 2026!

Counting

Overall, I think highly of the data my AppleWatch reports. Truth: it does a poor job of counting flights of stairs, always low. However, that count is not a meaningful statistic for me, so I remain happy with ole WanderWatch.

Chattin’ not day-drinkin’

The Book Club gals decided to shake things up a bit and meet at a neighborhood pub this afternoon. You can see the tavern manager prepared to be super-ready for us. [Sad fact: none of the BC buds had a beer. Or even a glass o’wine.]

Trash talk

I cleaned up a forgotten corner of the yard and found this abandoned Nerf-toy entrapped in new spring greenery. I couldn’t tell what neighbor-property it came from to toss it back, so I guess I’ll donate it to the city next Garbage Day.