After a weekend of celebrating that I’d successfully moved my web hosting to a new (Canadian) platform, I’m back to the drawing board. Alas, there was nothing in particular wrong with the new host, but the package I chose (and that suited my budget) was woefully under-powered for the needs of this website. Who woulda thunk? I started getting some random errors on my page loads, started tracking what kind of capacity the server was drawing, and came to the conclusion that aside from turning off all but the most basic features, I was gonna be stuck crashing the new server on a regular basis. Thankfully I hadn’t completely killed the old server so, while I’m still moving it’s back to the US of A for another week until I can implement a plan B. Sigh!
While I wait for the Kid who is in her Saturday art class, I’m sitting in a McCafe drinking a $1 coffee an mooching free wifi to kill some time and to write some posts. I’m using a Bluetooth keyboard tethered to my iPhone which is plugged into a portable USB battery pack all while I track the time on my GPS enabled smart watch and listen to music on headphones so small I forgot I was wearing them. It struck me as worth writing here that the largest thing on my little bistro table is my coffee cup. I know we’re all all used to how small and clever things are these days, but every once in a while it still catches me off guard.
I may have warned readers that this was coming, but every year in December I try to write at least one blog post per day. It’s not anything official or endorsed or recognized in any way, but each year I pull thirty topics out of my hind-quarters and splot them onto the virtual pages of this website. On the last day of the month, day thirty-one (in case you were suddenly feeling a math headache coming on because of that last sentence) I post my big annual round up, year in review, New Years List of all my anecdotal thoughts and reflections on the year that was and hopes for the year that will be. For some reason these have been getting increasingly pessimistic. I wonder why. But, I digress… anyhow: December. A blog-a-day. No rules. No topics. No focus. No plan. Just me trying to write something to sum up my thoughts as the year comes in for it’s final approach and landing. Stay tuned.
…among other things. It has become increasingly clear that I’ve fallen off the running wagon this year. On Saturday I watched on the socials as dozens of my friends ran around the city and province, training and racing in events including five klick fundraisers, long training runs, late-evening party races, favourite mountain events, and even an epic ultra marathon trail run. I ate pizza and wandered around the science centre. Albeit it was my only daughter’s tenth birthday party and I was playing the role of the good dad, but I didn’t even go out for a modest morning jog on Saturday. It didn’t even cross my mind. I tell myself over and over and over that “I’m gonna pick it up” again soon, get back into some serious training and maybe even some serious distance… but there is a motivational element that isn’t clicking these days. It used to be that I wrote about it, ran it, and then wrote about it some more. Maybe that was it? Stay tuned, I guess… this slump can’t last forever.
Born April 2016… died September 2017. Sigh. For those who have been refreshing this page DAILY to read the next chapter in my sourdough bread making saga, I’m sorry to say it ended in tragedy. After a limp, bread-weak summer, we watched Homer the Sourdough (sour… d’oh!) starter goopify himself in the fridge. I’ll blame myself. It was largely neglect, and lack of due care and attention. But I hadn’t invested as much energy in the poor guy as I should have despite providing dozens of mixed-result loaves since we’d hatched him over a year ago. As far as starters go he was pretty solid, though I was never entirely, one-hundred-percent satisfied with his effort. I’m sure that was all my bumbling, novice opinion however and with a year and a half of sourdough experience upon which to draw I’m posting today as a marker in time of the bumbling counter-redemption. Last night I washed out Homer’s cage and set the trap for a new culture… and hopefully my yeast-hunting excursions will be fruitful. I should know by the weekend. My second-born starter may be announced in mere days. Stay tuned and feel free to suggest a name in the comments.