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AG: I met him again today
Last Thursday I was on my way from KCH to Goodwill, just turning right off Arthur onto Park, when I saw a flashing green light at the end of Arthur, near the Do Not Enter signs. It's illegal for anyone to enter Detroit at Arthur, but whenever a negligent suicide causes a train to block Winona, Market, Center, Main, and Fort Wayne, people try, so there is some short-tempered signage at the end of Arthur. parenthetical remark Just checked: Google Maps remains convinced that it's possible to enter Detroit from Arthur *AND turn left*, but it's no longer the preferred route from Byer Park to the library. /parenthesis Adding a flashing light to the mix isn't surprising, but *green*? So I looked again, just in time to see a bicycle with a flashing green headlight turn onto Ellsworth. So I *have* seen a flashing light in daylight before I saw the bicycle. Shortly afterward, he overtook me on Park and I saw that he also had a blinky on the back of the bike. When he'd gained about half a block on me, the blinky was no longer visible even though I knew where to look for it. He was wearing a black backpack, but the neck and sleeves of his orange jacket remained visible whenever the road between us was straight until he turned off on Anchorage. I turned on Anchorage too, but the distance that had been between us was greater than the sight distance in either direction. ----------- Today was my last Farmers' Markets Tour of the season. The courthouse market will meet in the Center Lake Pavilion twice more before Christmas, but the real market at the fairgrounds is done for the year. On the way home, just after crossing Market on Lindberg, I saw a flashing green light on or near the foundry. This quickly resolved into a bike rider about half that far away. His jacket wasn't orange -- yellow, I think -- but I think it was the same guy. I didn't look back to see whether he had a blinky. A bit later I met a car with green headlights. This time I had time to lift my brown/yellow sunglasses -- still green, but not so strikingly green. I'll be *so* glad when I can ride in prescription glasses! I failed to find the optician today, but I looked on Grant by mistake for Bronson. I *think* I'll be able to find it on Monday, if I'm healed enough to get a prescription. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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AG: I met him again today
On Sat, 27 Oct 2018 22:27:00 -0400, Joy Beeson
wrote: Last Thursday I was on my way from KCH to Goodwill, just turning right off Arthur onto Park, when I saw a flashing green light at the end of Arthur, near the Do Not Enter signs. It's illegal for anyone to enter Detroit at Arthur, but whenever a negligent suicide causes a train to block Winona, Market, Center, Main, and Fort Wayne, people try, so there is some short-tempered signage at the end of Arthur. parenthetical remark Just checked: Google Maps remains convinced that it's possible to enter Detroit from Arthur *AND turn left*, but it's no longer the preferred route from Byer Park to the library. /parenthesis Adding a flashing light to the mix isn't surprising, but *green*? So I looked again, just in time to see a bicycle with a flashing green headlight turn onto Ellsworth. So I *have* seen a flashing light in daylight before I saw the bicycle. Shortly afterward, he overtook me on Park and I saw that he also had a blinky on the back of the bike. When he'd gained about half a block on me, the blinky was no longer visible even though I knew where to look for it. He was wearing a black backpack, but the neck and sleeves of his orange jacket remained visible whenever the road between us was straight until he turned off on Anchorage. I turned on Anchorage too, but the distance that had been between us was greater than the sight distance in either direction. ----------- Today was my last Farmers' Markets Tour of the season. The courthouse market will meet in the Center Lake Pavilion twice more before Christmas, but the real market at the fairgrounds is done for the year. On the way home, just after crossing Market on Lindberg, I saw a flashing green light on or near the foundry. This quickly resolved into a bike rider about half that far away. His jacket wasn't orange -- yellow, I think -- but I think it was the same guy. I didn't look back to see whether he had a blinky. A bit later I met a car with green headlights. This time I had time to lift my brown/yellow sunglasses -- still green, but not so strikingly green. I'll be *so* glad when I can ride in prescription glasses! I failed to find the optician today, but I looked on Grant by mistake for Bronson. I *think* I'll be able to find it on Monday, if I'm healed enough to get a prescription. Cataracts? -- Cheers John B. |
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AG: I met him again today
On Sun, 28 Oct 2018 10:24:02 +0700, John B. Slocomb
wrote: Cataracts? They were. I never thought to ask what they do with the old lenses. Second follow-up is tomorrow; all they told me is that I *will* be dilated. Dave didn't have much trouble talking me out of riding to the appointment. It's at the time I normally wake up, and I can put my jeans on with all my stuff already in my pockets; my jersey has to be loaded after I put it on. And I don't need five layers when I'm going by car. He claims that it won't be much trouble because he can drop me off and come back later. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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AG: I met him again today
On Sun, 28 Oct 2018 20:35:03 -0400, Joy Beeson
wrote: On Sun, 28 Oct 2018 10:24:02 +0700, John B. Slocomb wrote: Cataracts? They were. I never thought to ask what they do with the old lenses. Second follow-up is tomorrow; all they told me is that I *will* be dilated. Dilated? Or Delighted? I had my eyes done one at a time so it didn't bother me all that much although I didn't attempt to ride a bicycle or drive a car until I two eyes functioning. The doctors here give you one lens for close up and one lens for long distance which tends to lead to reading with one eye :-) Dave didn't have much trouble talking me out of riding to the appointment. It's at the time I normally wake up, and I can put my jeans on with all my stuff already in my pockets; my jersey has to be loaded after I put it on. And I don't need five layers when I'm going by car. He claims that it won't be much trouble because he can drop me off and come back later. -- Cheers John B. |
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AG: I met him again today
On Mon, 29 Oct 2018 08:05:48 +0700, John B. Slocomb
wrote: Second follow-up is tomorrow; all they told me is that I *will* be dilated. Dilated? Or Delighted? As in "bring those sunglasses we gave you." Which is what I presume she meant by saying "You *will* be dilated" twice. I had my eyes done one at a time so it didn't bother me all that much although I didn't attempt to ride a bicycle or drive a car until I two eyes functioning. I could see well enough to ride almost at once after each operation -- I could still wear my old glasses before the second -- but I don't think much of operating heavy machinery in my present condition -- if only because I can't see the road and the dashboard with the same glasses. The doctors here give you one lens for close up and one lens for long distance which tends to lead to reading with one eye :-) No danger of that with me, because the near-sighted eye is my low-resolution eye. And my brain has had years of experience at merging a fuzzy image with a better one. When I was keeping the low-resolution eye closed the evening after the first operation, I was astonished at how much it had been helping -- and not just with three-D vision. When the surgeon was working on my first eye, I heard him tell the assistant that he was going to make it nearsighted "like she's used to", and when he was working on the second, he remarked that he was picking a lens for middle distance and "she's going to love it". Finally understood "middle distance" in church this morning, when I noticed that the people halfway up the aisle were sharper than the preacher. I'd been thinking that everything more than ten feet away was equally sharp. I wear 1.5 reading glasses for close. Took surprisingly long to find some -- I got them at Sherman & Lin's on the way to a serious hunt for glasses in multiple stores. So I turned around and went home. (Sherman & Lin's sells things other stores couldn't. It is not a place to look for something specific, but I always stop.) (Unless I'm on my way to the Farmers' Market, which closes at noon.) Monday 29 October 2018 Got the prescription -- and the optician is open Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Oddly enough, I didn't particularly need sunglasses. Wore them anyway -- after leaving; I wore reading glasses while waiting for Dave. The large-print Reader's Digest is better than I remember it. I took my nap early -- perhaps excitement, perhaps because I had a very early lunch on account of having had only an eighth of a bagel, a glass of milk, and a handful of pills for breakfast. (I had put two food bars in my bag, but forgot to eat them.) -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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AG: Changing Seasons
While walking to a charity pancake breakfast at the church this morning, I remembered that one skill one must re-acquire every fall is the art of blowing one's nose without allowing any of the warm, moist hair -- or snotty tears! -- to be deflected upward onto one's glasses. Ah, well, vaso-motor rhinitis beats the deleted out of bronchitis, which I'd be likely to get if my body didn't overdo moistening the incoming air. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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AG: Changing Seasons
On Sat, 10 Nov 2018 22:58:00 -0500, Joy Beeson
wrote: hair Where did that "h" come from? |
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AG: Changing Seasons
Had an early-morning follow-up exam today. Yesterday, knowing that I'd leave the office a bit earlier than I usually get off when I go on a ride, I packed the bike for a dump tour. Forgot to fill my water bottles, but one was full and I filled the other at the hospital after dumping a couple of magazines in the emergency room. Back when I rode in near-zero weather, I used to blow into my bottles instead of squeezing them, to keep ice from clogging my valve. Today one of my bottles was too stiff to squeeze even though the temperature was above freezing most of the time. I just realized that there are three reasons I no longer go out when the water freezes in my bottle. All these years I've been thinking that it's partly because of all these years and mostly because I live on a side street instead of on a state road that I shared with three snowplow garages, two schools, two fire stations, one sheriff's sub-station, the county dispatcher, and an ambulance squad. While writing the above, I realized that it's mainly because I now live a lot farther south. Nobody around here has ever said "It's warming up!" after being told that the temperature was six degrees. Unless he was using a lab thermometer. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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AG: Common Sense
Tuesday, 13 November 2018
I frequently use the Byer Farm Trail recreationway to get to Lincoln Street. The Trail looks like a continuation of Lindenberg Drive, so the builders put a gate across it, and widened the pavement for a few feet to make it possible to walk around the gate. About the time I became accustomed to riding around the shattered remains of the gate, a large concrete block with a handle on top replaced them. Each time I rode around it, I wondered whether a fire truck or ambulance carried equipment capable of moving it. I think half a dozen young men could move it without straining too much -- if a sufficiently strong and stiff pole could be thin enough to fit through the handle. When I came through there yesterday, the portable barrier had been replaced by a couple of bright yellow posts. I was pleased to notice that the posts are either solid or capped, so that they won't core a child who falls on them -- *and* they are tall enough that a child *can't* fall on them. I think an adult could, but he'd have to work at it. I didn't look to see how they go about letting maintenance and emergency vehicles in. Perhaps they didn't bother, since the trail heads straight to the emergency room from there. You'd have to bound over the grass, but there are no curbs in the way. The new section of the Heritage Trail has half-gates, like railroad crossings, secured by padlocks. I presume that maintenance crews have keys and fire trucks have bolt cutters. The old section used to have short folding posts in the middle of the trail, but they weren't replaced when they wore away -- on this end, at least. I think the Roy Street end has some sort of barrier. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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AG: Common Sense
On 11/14/2018 7:56 PM, Joy Beeson wrote:
Tuesday, 13 November 2018 I frequently use the Byer Farm Trail recreationway to get to Lincoln Street. The Trail looks like a continuation of Lindenberg Drive, so the builders put a gate across it, and widened the pavement for a few feet to make it possible to walk around the gate. About the time I became accustomed to riding around the shattered remains of the gate, a large concrete block with a handle on top replaced them. Each time I rode around it, I wondered whether a fire truck or ambulance carried equipment capable of moving it. I think half a dozen young men could move it without straining too much -- if a sufficiently strong and stiff pole could be thin enough to fit through the handle. When I came through there yesterday, the portable barrier had been replaced by a couple of bright yellow posts. I was pleased to notice that the posts are either solid or capped, so that they won't core a child who falls on them -- *and* they are tall enough that a child *can't* fall on them. I think an adult could, but he'd have to work at it. I didn't look to see how they go about letting maintenance and emergency vehicles in. Perhaps they didn't bother, since the trail heads straight to the emergency room from there. You'd have to bound over the grass, but there are no curbs in the way. The new section of the Heritage Trail has half-gates, like railroad crossings, secured by padlocks. I presume that maintenance crews have keys and fire trucks have bolt cutters. The old section used to have short folding posts in the middle of the trail, but they weren't replaced when they wore away -- on this end, at least. I think the Roy Street end has some sort of barrier. Shattered gates? So some motorist plowed through them? I'm jealous of the path exiting the cul-de-sac. I'd like to see a lot more of them, particularly between the modern swanky developments out in the cornfields. Around here, those developments pop up on ex-farm roads and are purposely isolated from each other to prevent cut-through traffic. But the bad side effect is that kids can't bike to school (or anywhere else) without dealing with a narrow road intended for an occasional farm tractor, but now carrying lots of impatient yuppies in BMWs. I've been told the last lot on the cul-de-sac is prestigious and worth thousands of dollars more to the developer. But I bet having easy non-motorized access would increase the value of every home in the development. -- - Frank Krygowski |
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