Risk? You could be watching the waves and fall off the pier
My motorcycle started 'first time, every time' at 10:30 AM Saturday, warmed up like a champ, and I landed at my favourite vantage point for photos by 11:30. I aimed by cameras at Port Bruce's pier and beyond. Cloud formations to the west were very pleasing to the eye, water colour was rich and Port Bruce sat under almost perfectly clear skies.
No wonder I end up sipping coffee at The Corner View Cafe near the pier 9 times out of 10 rides. I think the Yamaha could find its way without me!
When I selected a few bits of lumber recently, from a friend's garage, I knew there were birdhouses to be made. Two came together quickly.
Four faces - 9"H x 6.25"W - came from one fir slat. The sides - 5.5"H x 6"W - were cut from skid lumber, 1/2" thick. The first roof for each - 5"H x 7"W - was cut from plywood and the bases - 5 x 6 - were cut from scrap.
This one comes with one free birdhouse!
My only expenses - the wooden spoon perch (50 cents), nails and a few screws. Though I buy more lumber now than I rescue, I still get great pleasure from turning land fill material into a practical, functional birdhouse or other project.
This pair needs another thirty minute's worth of attention
Three of the white pine painted models ended up on sturdy metal poles and cedar stands, but the last two need just a few more items before they too are finished. The first coat of paint is already drying on roof ridges and roof edge trim, so these two should be completely ready for final photos late this PM or early tomorrow.
August 17 - A great bit of shuffling with no rest breaks. Progress!!
However, I slowed the pace a bit on the next two walkajogs
One week ago I had such a breakthrough that I felt as if I'd set a new world record. I set out on a relatively cool evening - with no crippling humidity - with a walkajog on my mind. I walked for five minutes to warm up, then started to shuffle off to Buffalo, and (surprise, surprise) I kept on shuffling past the 1 mile marker, 2 mile marker, three mile marker, four mile marker.... and only stopped a short distance from home. I reckon, out of 5.25 total miles I jogged over 4.5 of them.
"Where did that come from?" I asked myself. Certainly out of the blue, but also out of months of walking and shuffling goodly distances on a regular basis. (The excitement soon past. It had to happen sooner or later.)
Since then, I have not been pushing my way out the door each day to complete walkajogs at the same pace. I have the time to let a jogging habit establish itself by walking most days and walkajogging at a comfortable pace two or three times per week. Last night for example, I covered four miles and walked at jogged at regular intervals, with walking breaks lasting 1 - 2 minutes in length and jogging intervals of 2 - 3 minutes at a time. My pace was slower than a few recent jogs but I was just fine with that.
I went out the door twice yesterday, at an easy pace*
Go slow and enjoy the view, I say. I know that if I keep up my GOTD rate (Get Out The Door) and cover an average of 20 - 25 miles per week, good things will continue to happen.
No need to push myself more than I am already doing. I have lots of other things on my plate:
I try to cover some miles on my motorcycle each week as well
I like to photograph things of interest, e.g., hop crop near Lake Erie
I keep an eye on my own crop of hop cones
I always have projects on the go inside my wee workshop too
Summer is for some 'relax time' as well (Port Burwell)
*When I jog, I keep track of the distance and time, then calculate an average pace per mile. My average pace is generally about 30% faster than my walking pace, so I'm not setting any world records out there : )
The bike is running like a charm so I want to get some more use out of it (can't let it sit when insurance cost is high) while the weather is good.
Under cloudy skies, then bright, then cloudy, I rode to Port Burwell on Sunday. I recommend sitting on the beach with a can of ginger ale and plate of small fries. Not a bad groove to run in sometimes.
Motorcycle miles, on Springfield Line, one mile from Lake Erie
Hop farm adjacent to my roadside parking spot
Once home I went for a 5 mile walkajog to help burn off the fries.
Port Burwell, looking south to cloudy horizon and USA
Usually, my Virago lands me in Port Bruce - out of habit and my fondness for BLTs at The Corner View Cafe. Yesterday, however, I hit upon John Wise Line, county road 45, and knew it lead to a hop farm and the road to Port Burwell. Easy sailing, after a stop to view Mr. Hayhoe's hop vines.
Looking north to Mt. Salem on Springfield Line, hop vines on the left
Looking south. Lake Erie, less than a mile away, under blue skies
Threatening clouds were seen overhead while riding east and west, but my time at the beach was perfectly clear. Excellent ride, all in all.
Though the cedar birdhouse production line was slowed on occasion - by painted models, cedar stands, Rietveld chairs, hockey, motorcycling, hop vines, lawn care, and a bunch of other stuff - the last three came off the line the other day, shiny brass perches included. I would have revealed these photos sooner but I went to Port Bruce with Pat, got caught up counting seagulls near the channel, and motorcycled to Port Burwell yesterday so I could feel t fresh breeze blow through what's left of my hair.
Yeh, life happens.... oft-times outside the workshop. Who knew?
The sides are 1/2" thick, attached to the sides of the face
Because I now attach the sides (cedar slats) in such a way that they are visible from the front and back (i.e., onto the sides of the face and back end), the base is larger - 5 by 6 - and provides more square footage for the interior nesting space. I say, smooth move, Einstein.
Another project, related to JR-style birdhouses, soon to follow.
Crampton Road begins south of Nilestown, about 1 - 2 miles south of the 401. It runs east, is both paved and gravelled, and ends at Pigram Rd. (east of Putnam Rd.). It provides more than one opportunity to take photos from a hilltop and connects with highways that run south to Lake Erie.
Looking west on Crampton
I heard from an experienced fisherman in Port Bruce that pickerel are now biting but are a long way out from shore. I was on two wheels so settled for black cherry ice cream at The Corner View Cafe. Gulls, lined up in a row, were visibly jealous.