Monday, September 28, 2009

Paddling As Fast As I Can

My month of September has been terribly busy and that is the direct result of spending so much time at the beach this summer. I put things off at that time that I'm having to do now, as well as the usual 'getting ready for winter' chores that must be done at this time of year. Worst thing is I'm painting with oil paint indoors. I had planned to do that in the barn during the summer. I've had a headache since I opened the bottle of paint thinner.

I'm still pickling too. My daughter couldn't contemplate life without a few jars of chow chow to make it through the winter. I must admit I would like some too as I didn't make any last year. Between melamine paint, paint thinners and pickling my house is quite an odoriferous place.

I have a positively wonderful new hiking partner. We both walked individually and now are teamed up. Luckily for me she likes the same kind of hiking I do - dirt roads and forests only and lots of hills. We have either six, eight, ten, or fourteen kilometer routes that we do. We walked the fourteen km road yesterday. We aren't hampered by the weather either because she, like I , does not mind the rain.

Here's some old music for today. Remember Mott the Hoople ('69 - '74)? Their song Crossroads is significant in our forest walks. We are always coming to forks, crossroads, rights or lefts that intrigue us and my partner is up to exploring them too. Did I tell you I'm liking my new hiking partner. We're both looking for jobs so right now have plenty of time, though are willing to cut down walking hours if we'd be lucky enough to get jobs. Nine Hundred Miles by Odetta is what I felt like we walked yesterday. We walked our fourteen kilometers a half hour faster than we did the last time. The first time I stopped for photos and yesterday we booted it and I was truly exhausted for about an hour afterward.

There have been plenty of forest photos in my other blogs which are listed in the sidebar if you're interested in that sort of thing.


Ralph said...

Sounds like we're in the same sort of space these days, Cuidado. Busy, with all good things, but too busy to sit down and write. Congrats on the new walking partner--has to be fun. And I love the description of the "odiferous" house.

Cuidado said...

I'm have to chop another batch of pickles yet tonight. They have to soak overnight in salt which has a wonderful, specific smell. Tomorrow when they're cooking, it will be another smell, even better than the day before. This is an addendum to the post and I have some photos to share of the process. Thanks for the idea and check back.

Carol Tiffin James said...

My husband especially loves walking on dirt roads, in the woods, and hills. His ideal trip would be a walking tour of Scotland! As for me, I have plantar fasciitis and it hurts to walk much these days. Isn't fall gorgeous, though?!

Cuidado said...

Oh, Carol. I had plantar fascitis and got perfect relief from physiotherapy. I heard it does not work for everyone. My dream is a walking tour of Scotland, Ireland, and Wales. I am going out at 10:30 for a 10 km walk but don't feel like it. It's cold and raining.