Tuesday Ten

Ten Things I Asked Google This Week

1. Where was the bridge on the River Kwai?

Inspired by a friend’s daughter who visited this bridge in Thailand, I looked it up. I always thought it was in Vietnam, although I’m not sure why I thought that. My historical context is a little shaky since I mostly know of it from We Didn’t Start the Fire (the same source for my [extremely limited] knowledge of Dacron, Brigitte Bardot, thalidomide…and an embarrassingly large number of other lyrical references).

2. How do you make bread crumbs?

I brought back several loaves of stale-ish sandwich bread from the beach and needed to replenish my freezer supply.

Perfect way to spend the day before the Fourth of July, when young men with internships have the day off, and it’s 40 billion degrees. 

3. How can you see a chart of your running times on Apple?

I’m working toward a sub-30 5k and I use the workout app on my watch, which tells me my time each time I finish a workout, but it took forever to figure out how to view my times from past days. With help from Gemini, I created a shortcut on my phone that takes me to a list of my running times.

4. Was it Jim Justice who showed his dog’s hiney during a speech?

Yes it was.

5. What are common side effects of SSRIs? 

Asking for a friend who’s been on Zoloft for thirteen years and is wondering, now that her husband’s high-stress job is gone, if life would get better, worse, or stay the same if she lowered her dose.

6. When is the World Cup final?

I’ve surprised myself with how much interest I’ve shown in the World Cup (ie, more than zero). I think it helps that I understand who is playing whom. (The rest of the year when Jason is watching soccer: Me: Who’s playing? Jason: England. Me: Who else? Jason: England. Then why…are they…playing…?)

7. What is The Last House Guest about?

After being blown away by All the Missing Girls, I added every single Megan Miranda book to my TBR list. I just finished both The Girl From Widow Hills and Such a Quiet Place, and then noticed that The Last House Guest was missing from my TBR. I added it before bits of the plot started coming back to me and I finally remembered that I have read it—and that it was a letdown after All the Missing Girls, which cooled me on reading the others for a while. But I’m on board again, having finished (and enjoyed) The Last to Vanish last night (very apropos in thunderstormy weather!) and looking forward to starting The Only Survivors, still sitting on my nightstand.

Fourth of July, waiting for it to get dark enough for fireworks

8. How much does heat affect running time?

Before the thunderstormy weather there was the surface-of-the-sun-except-more-humid weather. Having finally figured out how to view and compare my running times since June 1, I was dismayed to realize that I’ve gained two minutes, when I’m working hard to get faster. 

You can pretty much find any answer you want to find if you look long enough, so I stopped as soon as the internet gave me a formula that, when calculated, told me that an equivalent time in the current temperatures would’ve had me gaining five minutes since the relatively cool early June. 

9. What does 77º, 81% humidity feel like?

For the aforementioned calculations.

10. How does the pacer function in the Apple workout app work?

Pretty neat, assuming it works as stated—you can tell it what you want your distance and time to be and it’ll give you a live graphic during your run showing whether you need to speed up or slow down to hit your target. They also added a custom running workout option where you can set up interval times you want to do and it’ll ping you when it’s time to sprint or recover or whatever.

Now if only it had a function that said It’s so hot you’re amazing for even being here and your two minutes of gained time in fact proves how incredible you are!

Fun with birds and Maggie

Although I’ve been spending the majority of my time this summer reading a book or ten, (morning runs notwithstanding) I have done a few minor adventures.

Last week, for example, I accompanied Lizzy on a bird club field trip for the first time. Wow, those people are seriously good at birds.

Here, we have a bluebird: 

Here we have a bluebird eating a giant gross grub:

Here we have a bird that is blue sitting on a tree, but I’m not sure if it’s a bluebird or an indigo bunting or the other bird-that-is-blue that they were talking about:

Various other birds:

Goldfinch sitting on the tree:

Flowers, because they’re pretty:

Sheep (I nailed that identification):

Some more birds that they were excited about:

Sunset.

Bluebirds.

A swallow, I think:

Not sure if this was the bird they were all really excited about and came out to see…but probably not:

The next day we hosted four-year-old Maggie, who took one look at Lizzy and imprinted.

They played critters.

They played in the sand pit.

They pet the bunny.

That was all before lunch. We had a picnic

and then they went to the playground and Lizzy pushed her on the swings.

We chased each other around the skate park, where the floor was lava, or the bumps were lava, or possibly Maggie had magical dust that made both of them, or neither of them, lava. Although I can attest from the brief moment I kicked off my flip-flops that the concrete may, in fact, have been actual lava.

Then we went to the pool while Lizzy took a break at home, where fortunately Maggie made some new best friends who were enamored with our rainbow unicorn floatie and played very nicely with her for an hour.

After we got home and changed, I set her up on the couch with a tray, Cheerios, and a stack of colored paper.

“I like my office” - Maggie

Just before her mom picked her up, I escalated the art to glue and glitter, in which I overestimated the fine motor skill of a tired four-year-old with an open jar of glitter. So now our whole house has a fine sheen of magical purple glitter dust that just may cause or prevent the floor to become lava.

the kids and Charlie making mocktails for FFN

The better part of humanity

I’m enjoying my summer with nothing to do oh so much. It’s hot enough to go swimming and I’ve read several novels and my to-do list is paltry and my skin is brown. I’m working every morning toward my goal of running a sub-30-minute 5k. Most mornings it’s already hot by the time I get out there from sleeping in, except two days ago when it was pouring rain; my shoes still haven’t dried out completely. My 5k time now is around 33 or 34 minutes and I hope to break 30 by August.

 

Jed and Maddie came over for FFN last week and we had a fire and watched Hoppers outside.

engineering minds making a fire

And on Saturday was our town’s Fourth of July fireworks show (we get the early bird discount special). Jason and I walked over to the elementary school hill and settled into chairs, and then Liz and Caleb walked over, avoided eye contact with us, and found a spot suitably far away to put down a picnic blanket. Half the town was there, adults chit-chatting on lawn chairs and the beds of pickup trucks, children running up and down the hill, playing with footballs, until the fireworks started and we all ooooed and aaahed in unison. It was straight from a Charles Wysocki painting—an example, as Jason said, of the best side of humanity.

HHI Thurs-Sat

On Thursday I got up for another beautiful beach sunrise.

And dolphins. There was a whole herd of them also enjoying the sunrise.

At lunchtime we decided to bike to South Beach again, this time for lunch at the Salty Dog.

We saw this guy along the way.

But made it there alive.

Some of us biked back along the beach instead of on the shady, paved bike trails. I’m not sure if it was supposed to be a shortcut, but it didn’t feel like it. It was beautiful though.

After that a cool-down in the pool was in order.

We had a birthday party for a birthday boy.

He requested, and received, Carolina barbecue.

Jason and I were whupped by our long day, but some people made it out to the beach at dusk.

Personally, I waited til dawn to see it again.

On the last day everyone’s always motivated to spend the day on the beach, which we did, until the beach patrol came tearing down from the lifeguarded section in a pickup truck, shrilling her whistle out the window for us to vacate the water due to sharks passing by.

We complied. 

She said “Give it half an hour,” which isn’t terribly confidence-inducing even after 45 minutes of staying on the sand. The kids built a sand castle and we sat in two-inch-deep water and no one felt much like going back in.

Jason caught a fish in the shallows with his bare hands—undoubtedly a descendant of Caleb’s old friend Alex. This one was still alive, though.

Later that evening we gathered ourselves for one last walk on the beach. Grandma always likes a glow-stick party.

We were out the door at 8:30 on Saturday morning, rather impressively. It helped that Ada left a day early (for a youth group road trip to Maine!) and so we had already packed most of our messy water toys off with her.

That meant that Jed, Maddie, and Potato rode home with us. Maddie wanted Potato to have a good view so he rode up front with me most of the time.

We arrived home around 6:30 in the evening with only two kids with us. The car was unpacked and everything put away in no time. 10/10 having big kids who are so very, very much more helpful than a passel (a fever? a roll?) of little kids. See our last-day picture from the beach in 2013, wherein my fake smile is holding back tears and no one else even tried.

This picture makes my heart physically sink. Darling though they were, my relief is profound that now I’m the needy one and they can help me carry in the suitcases. Plus instead of crying all week for no discernible reason, now they can cheerfully put on their own sunscreen, unpack the car top carrier, and cook a frozen pizza when we get home exhausted. 

10/10.