Falling Water

As today was predicted to be the mildest of our visit to Buffalo, we loaded the dogs in the car and headed up to the falls. Niagara Falls, that is. The state park on the US side of the river was more bustling than we expected, despite the fact that the observation area overlooking Horseshoe Falls was closed due to the eight inches of ice and snow still covering it. We walked the path that loops Goat Island, taking in the American Falls and being awed by all the ice chunks still floating down the Niagara River; it was a full 10 degrees cooler down by the water. 

Over in Canada, people strolled the well-manicured formal gardens that make up their river walk, and as usual, it seemed so strange to peer into another country, perhaps even more so these days. Our fellow tourists were also an international bunch: we heard many languages spoken as we shared the views with them, and I wondered what the border experience was like these days. 

Of course, the falls themselves remain as amazing and transcendent as ever, unmoved by our human struggles. Watching millions of gallons of aquamarine water plunge over the precipice is somehow both humbling and elevating. As Charles Dickens wrote in 1842, "It would be hard for a man to stand nearer to God than he does there." 

Good Day, Good Night

I woke this morning in Arlington, VA, and I'm going to bed in Buffalo, NY. As road trips go, today's was fine: light traffic, fair weather, and daylight all the way. Sadly? I did not close my rings, so my perfect month is kaput. I'm still a little tired from travel, though, and so I go to bed in good time.

In Progress

Lots of folks asked me about retirement in the two days I spent at school last week. And not surprisingly, those teachers still stuck in the grind of PTG+ (planning, teaching, grading, PLUS the countless hours spent meeting and completing paperwork) could not believe me when I told them that there were more than enough hours in the day for me to get the things done I wanted to and still be at loose ends. "You can only walk the dog so far and do so many puzzles," I confided several times. 

Likewise, there was a lot of movement possibilities today as we prepare for our roadtrip up to Buffalo tomorrow. Picking up, organizing, and packing were top of list, as well as last minute errands, including car snacks and choosing an audio book. But all is ready, and even after the dog and I walked 4 miles or so, I still had plenty of time to sit and do those puzzles.

Perfect is as Perfect Does

One of the features of my Apple Watch that I enjoy is the fitness app that comes standard with the device and pairs seamlessly with the corresponding app on my iPhone. The two of them act in tandem to track my daily activity and provide lots of data, as well as fun challenges, which I usually find motivating. 

It's been nearly 10 years since I bought my first watch, and in that time, I've only had 11 perfect weeks, where I met all three of my goals: activity, stand, and exercise. I've never had a perfect month, though, even back in 2020 when it seemed like my main source of entertainment during the shutdown was walking, swimming, and exercising. I came closest in July of that year, just missing it by two days.

My most recent perfect week was last week, and since it corresponded to the beginning of the month, I was hopeful that the stars might align and April would be perfect, in respect to closing my rings at least. But spending my second day at school and hours of non-stop rain may have derailed that plan today. 

Maybe not, though. As I write it's 5:42. I met my stand goal an hour ago (that's what getting up before 6 a.m. will do!). I have 70% of my move goal and only need 19 minutes of exercise. I could probably pull myself together to keep the streak alive.

But will I?

UPDATE 4/12: I DID IT! As soon as I posted, I put on boots and my raincoat and I went for a brisk 2 mile walk, closing all my rings before I got home!

IRL

I thought it might be for the best if I spent a couple of days in my friend's sixth-grade science class with her before taking over for a few weeks after spring break. Even though we worked on the same team in adjoining rooms for nearly 20 years, I don't think I ever actually saw her teach; I was always too busy doing my own job on the other side of the wall. We agreed that it would ease the transition for me and the kids if I got a chance to see how the class went, and they could meet me while she was still there.

It was a busy day! In addition to accomplishing our objectives, I caught up with many former students and colleagues. And after I got home, I returned to the garden to keep weeding ahead of the coming rain. I'd put my screen time for the day at 60 minutes or so, a fraction of the usual, but I really didn't miss it at all.

In the Weeds

One of the things I was most looking forward to in retirement was spending time in the garden in spring, which is by far the busiest season there. Unfortunately, I forgot that when, at the beginning of winter, a friend asked if I would take the long-term sub job while she was out for hip replacement, and I agreed. 

That upcoming commitment, paired with the crazy weather we've had the last couple of months, has put me, quite literally, in the weeds when it comes to getting my plot ready by the May 15 deadline. So, despite the freeze warning that was issued for last night, I have spent several hours weeding and cleaning both yesterday and today. 

In fact, I've filled 20 garbage bags full of henbit, dead nettle, ground ivy, spurge, crabgrass, bittercress, and mugwort. It has, however, been delightful. A combination of cool air, warm sun, and an audiobook has made that time spent patiently plucking plants by the roots perfectly pleasant. 

And next year? I'm going to have even more time to enjoy it!

A Good Place to Laugh

"What about The Good Place? Have you watched it?" a friend asked me recently when we were discussing our ideas about must-see TV.

"It's on the list," I shrugged, "but we haven't gotten to it yet."

"It's both really entertaining and deeply philosophical," she told me, which I considered high praise.

That conversation stuck with me because the other night, when we were looking for something relatively short to fit into our tight TV schedule, I pulled up the show. Of course, we knew the premise: an undeserving woman finds herself in heaven, but her presence seems to be causing unexplained problems in paradise. And we knew the cast, too: Kristen Bell and Ted Danson were both actors we liked.

But what I was unprepared for was how funny it is. I can't remember the last time I really laughed at a television show, but Heidi and I both giggle at every episode. So tonight? I'm going to make sure we watch another one. Because it really does feel great to laugh!