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![]() The kind of weather that makes you wear thick mittens that make it almost impossible to get a handkerchief out of your pocket is also the kind of weather that makes you need to blow your nose every few minutes. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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Joy Beeson wrote in
: The kind of weather that makes you wear thick mittens that make it almost impossible to get a handkerchief out of your pocket is also the kind of weather that makes you need to blow your nose every few minutes. My sinuses tend to run like open taps in cold weather, but I have found that close-fitting sports glasses that slow the movement of air around the eyes and a helmet liner pulled down almost to the eyebrows help. Those plus, the ability to use the world as a handkerchief (farmer's/soldier's "field sneeze")--you just have to consider the wind so you don't get snot all over your trousers or your bike. -- Andrew Chaplin SIT MIHI GLADIUS SICUT SANCTO MARTINO (If you're going to e-mail me, you'll have to get "yourfinger." out.) |
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![]() "Never charge a winter hill." But it isn't exactly winter out there -- the high was fifty-six F, and I got my silk shirt sweaty. And McKinley Street isn't exactly a hill; it climbs the edge of the depression in which Winona Lake sits, so there isn't any other side. I have come to realize that I need to practice riding faster, but on a short excursion entirely on city streets, there would be no opportunity to shift onto the big ring. Then as I was wending my usual relaxed, leisurely way up McKinley Street: here's your chance! You don't need the big ring, just shift out of granny! I never got to actually standing on the pedals, but it established the principle. On the return trip, I also charged the slight upslope where Park Avenue crosses Cherry Creek. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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On Saturday, January 21, 2017 at 8:26:02 PM UTC-8, Joy Beeson wrote:
"Never charge a winter hill." But it isn't exactly winter out there -- the high was fifty-six F, and I got my silk shirt sweaty. And McKinley Street isn't exactly a hill; it climbs the edge of the depression in which Winona Lake sits, so there isn't any other side. I have come to realize that I need to practice riding faster, but on a short excursion entirely on city streets, there would be no opportunity to shift onto the big ring. Then as I was wending my usual relaxed, leisurely way up McKinley Street: here's your chance! You don't need the big ring, just shift out of granny! I never got to actually standing on the pedals, but it established the principle. On the return trip, I also charged the slight upslope where Park Avenue crosses Cherry Creek. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ Fifty-six is the temperature at which you would normally start a day with shorts and short sleeved jersey. So that's hardly a "cold winters day". Around here for months it's been 40 degrees and seldom getting over 52 or so. This means that like you I become warm ONLY when climbing and then arrive home freezing to death able to warm up only in a hot shower. |
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![]() Saturday is my day to ride, and the Winter Farmer's Market was open. I chickened out of riding and went for a walk, so no ride report. (And I'm too sleepy to write one anyway, having missed my nap today.) There is nothing in the buffer and very little in the drafts folder. Talk among yourselves. -- Joy Beeson, U.S.A., mostly central Hoosier, some Northern Indiana, Upstate New York, Florida, and Hawaii joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ The above message is a Usenet post. I don't recall having given anyone permission to use it on a Web site. |
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Got around to updating my training log. Here's an excerpt.
----------------------------------------------------------- 30 January 2017 Saturday was Winter Market Day, so I intended to do a Tour d' Warsaw, but the night before I didn't trust the weather not to mention that I haven't any decent wool tights and have to improvise with layers of sweat pants so I loaded the pockets of my walking pants instead of preparing the bike. I also emptied the Trafalgar bag to carry along in case I bought something. Of course, it turned out to be a perfect day for cycling. But, perhaps, not a good day for going into heated rooms while dressed for cycling. I parked at the library. Google Maps or was it HereWeGo? said it was half a mile to the Central Park Pavilion, where the Winter Market is held. I walked through the park instead of taking Google's route, but I came back by Buffalo Street, and after I checked out _Clouds of Witnesses_, I walked to the dollar store on Market Street, so I walked at least a mile. And the library's books are up a flight of stairs. Also, I circumnavigated the court house and climbed the stairs to all three entrances, and went down and up the few steps to the two basement entrances. On the west side of the basement, I went up only, having come in by the handicap ramp, which is level with the sidewalk. The lawn doesn't seem to slope all that much, but it's only three or four steps down to the basement doors. I tried all the doors except the handicap door; it's controlled by a button, and I was afraid it might work. (The basement doors are under the stairs to the main doors.) I had intended to sit for a while at the Winter Market, but the chairs had been removed, so I did one lap around the room and left. I briefly considered buying a focaccia, but the vendor wasn't around, and I didn't really want it if I couldn't eat some on the spot. (Standing while eating aggravates meralgia paraesthetica.) There were no votive candles at the dollar store, so I bought a package of tea lights. They appear to be larger than the lights we burned up de-paintfuming the hall halfbath. I'll continue to look, because twelve-hour candles are more convenient for the Fourth Of July cheese dip. (I think that the Fourth is on July first this year.) The following day, I walked a mile getting to church and back, and not only climbed to both tower rooms and did some upper-body in each, but went down the concealed half of the Club 56 steps slowly, and walked up them in reverse a couple of times. No steps of any sort today, and I didn't walk any farther than to the compost heap. Also planning to stay home tomorrow. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net |
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On Tue, 31 Jan 2017 00:19:50 -0400, Joy Beeson
wrote: Got around to updating my training log. Here's an excerpt. ----------------------------------------------------------- 30 January 2017 Saturday was Winter Market Day, so I intended to do a Tour d' Warsaw, but the night before I didn't trust the weather not to mention that I haven't any decent wool tights and have to improvise with layers of sweat pants so I loaded the pockets of my walking pants instead of preparing the bike. I also emptied the Trafalgar bag to carry along in case I bought something. Of course, it turned out to be a perfect day for cycling. But, perhaps, not a good day for going into heated rooms while dressed for cycling. I parked at the library. Google Maps or was it HereWeGo? said it was half a mile to the Central Park Pavilion, where the Winter Market is held. I walked through the park instead of taking Google's route, but I came back by Buffalo Street, and after I checked out _Clouds of Witnesses_, I walked to the dollar store on Market Street, so I walked at least a mile. And the library's books are up a flight of stairs. Also, I circumnavigated the court house and climbed the stairs to all three entrances, and went down and up the few steps to the two basement entrances. On the west side of the basement, I went up only, having come in by the handicap ramp, which is level with the sidewalk. The lawn doesn't seem to slope all that much, but it's only three or four steps down to the basement doors. I tried all the doors except the handicap door; it's controlled by a button, and I was afraid it might work. (The basement doors are under the stairs to the main doors.) I had intended to sit for a while at the Winter Market, but the chairs had been removed, so I did one lap around the room and left. I briefly considered buying a focaccia, but the vendor wasn't around, and I didn't really want it if I couldn't eat some on the spot. (Standing while eating aggravates meralgia paraesthetica.) There were no votive candles at the dollar store, so I bought a package of tea lights. They appear to be larger than the lights we burned up de-paintfuming the hall halfbath. I'll continue to look, because twelve-hour candles are more convenient for the Fourth Of July cheese dip. (I think that the Fourth is on July first this year.) What is this "de-paintfuming"? Does the candle get rid of paint odors? Or are they something like perfumed candles and just mask the bad smell? By the way, "the fourth of July falls on the first this year"? -- Cheers, John B. |
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On Tue, 31 Jan 2017 14:34:28 +0700, John B.
wrote: What is this "de-paintfuming"? Does the candle get rid of paint odors? Or are they something like perfumed candles and just mask the bad smell? An open flame is a classic way to get rid of odors -- Mom used to strike a match and wave it around the kitchen when a puff of LPG escaped the stove. So after a week or two of keeping the door closed and the exhaust fan running failed to dispell all of the stink, we started leaving a lit candle in the room. *Un*scented, because the resident engineer is allergic to perfume, and I've come to strongly dislike the stench. Ob bicycles: I grew up with gas stoves, and developed an instinct: if you smell gas, you Do Something, and you do it Right Now. Every time you turn a gas flame on, a teeny little puff of gas escapes into the room. When there is only one stove in the room, you'll never notice unless something goes wrong, but the Youth Hostel tour of southern England stopped one night in a hostel in which the kitchen featured at least twenty gas hot plates. (Well, a hot plate is electric and portable, but independent burners are the same idea.) One puff is subliminal; twenty . . . I was quite distraught the whole time I was cooking, and everyone within earshot of me was fed up. By the way, "the fourth of July falls on the first this year"? On Lake Winona, Independence Day is always celebrated on a Saturday, usually the Saturday nearest the fourth. I think we did celebrate on the actual day the year it fell on a Friday. Warsaw and Winona Lake hire a pyrotechnic firm to anchor two barges in the middle of the lake, and people gather around the shore to watch the show. I believe that the grandstand at the fairgrounds offers a particularly-good view. My back yard also provides an excellent view, since we are right next to the creek that is filling in the lake, and part of our lawn used to be a sand bar. People also gather in the town park next door. Most of the pontoon boats with access to the lake show up -- for us, part of the show is the red and green lights headed for port after the finale -- and a small airplane circles the lake the whole time. I attempted to find out this year's date, but all of the official pages of both towns were created by "professional Web designers". I might find something in the council-meeting minutes. There is also a concert at the Hillside (outdoor theater) before the fireworks, and at least one family reunion before the concert. When the church also holds a picnic after services the following day, it makes a very exhausting week, but I think we've given that up. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/ |
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On Tue, 31 Jan 2017 13:46:12 -0400, Joy Beeson
wrote: On Tue, 31 Jan 2017 14:34:28 +0700, John B. wrote: What is this "de-paintfuming"? Does the candle get rid of paint odors? Or are they something like perfumed candles and just mask the bad smell? An open flame is a classic way to get rid of odors -- Mom used to strike a match and wave it around the kitchen when a puff of LPG escaped the stove. So after a week or two of keeping the door closed and the exhaust fan running failed to dispell all of the stink, we started leaving a lit candle in the room. *Un*scented, because the resident engineer is allergic to perfume, and I've come to strongly dislike the stench. Interesting. I had never known that. Ob bicycles: I grew up with gas stoves, and developed an instinct: if you smell gas, you Do Something, and you do it Right Now. Every time you turn a gas flame on, a teeny little puff of gas escapes into the room. When there is only one stove in the room, you'll never notice unless something goes wrong, but the Youth Hostel tour of southern England stopped one night in a hostel in which the kitchen featured at least twenty gas hot plates. (Well, a hot plate is electric and portable, but independent burners are the same idea.) Gas Hotplate. Do you mean a single burner gas stove? As in http://tinyurl.com/zh9bx2u or an actual hot plate as in http://tinyurl.com/j7phvso ? One puff is subliminal; twenty . . . I was quite distraught the whole time I was cooking, and everyone within earshot of me was fed up. By the way, "the fourth of July falls on the first this year"? On Lake Winona, Independence Day is always celebrated on a Saturday, usually the Saturday nearest the fourth. I think we did celebrate on the actual day the year it fell on a Friday. Warsaw and Winona Lake hire a pyrotechnic firm to anchor two barges in the middle of the lake, and people gather around the shore to watch the show. I believe that the grandstand at the fairgrounds offers a particularly-good view. My back yard also provides an excellent view, since we are right next to the creek that is filling in the lake, and part of our lawn used to be a sand bar. People also gather in the town park next door. Most of the pontoon boats with access to the lake show up -- for us, part of the show is the red and green lights headed for port after the finale -- and a small airplane circles the lake the whole time. That is done here on the Chao Paya river for New Years although I believe this year they were cancelled in mourning for the King. I attempted to find out this year's date, but all of the official pages of both towns were created by "professional Web designers". I might find something in the council-meeting minutes. There is also a concert at the Hillside (outdoor theater) before the fireworks, and at least one family reunion before the concert. When the church also holds a picnic after services the following day, it makes a very exhausting week, but I think we've given that up. -- Cheers, John B. |
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