Exciting Times

It’s been an eventful month for me. I figured I should give y’all an update. I will warn you, however, that I’m using my tablet, so there may not be many images. Or the format of this post could be mucked up. We shall see.

I’ve been doing little stuff around the house to keep myself busy. One of those things was starting to neaten-up my side of the basement. I didn’t finish because I got sidetracked by a couple of projects.

The first project was making LOVE. Hubby helped. 😎

My town is a bit late to the Virginia LOVE program. There’s a LOVEwork outside of town at the Airlie House and Farm (that’s where Earth Day was born!), but I would really like to see one in the historic downtown. I’d heard that the Town Council quashed plans for a LOVEwork in Old Town Warrenton (OTW) so I started kicking-around the idea of making my own. Hubby had enough scrap plywood for three of the letters, but I wanted to figure out an easy way to make a different sort of “O.”

Back in July, when I was having my hair done, my hairdresser was telling me how the move to her house and unpacking was coming along when she mentioned needing to remove an old satellite dish the previous owner had left behind.

“Can I have it?” I immediately asked. She looked at me like I had a few heads and asked why I would want that. I swore her to secrecy then explained that I needed something to make the fourth letter in my own personal LOVEwork.

A couple of days later, there was an old, dirty satellite dish and hardware in my backyard, much to Hubby’s chagrin. We no longer have cable TV and are perfectly happy with analog TV and streaming other entertainment, so he had no idea why I would want or need an old satellite dish!

I outlined the letters on the scrap plywood and Hubby cut them for me. Then I painted everything and hung it on the wall in front of our house. It turned out quite cool, in my opinion.

I had a bit of fun with the thing. I even texted pics to all of the kids, saying “Look, we made love last last week and I am sharing pics!”

Other people like our LOVE, too. So much so that we made the local news. If you’d like to read the article, this link will take you to the story on FauquierNOW.

The next project was painting this old end table that’s been in the to-do queue for a long time. I decided it would make a nice table for the porch, and I added a Barn Quilt to the top. It turned out so nice, I think I may keep it in the house.

Speaking of barn quilts… a friend and I have decided to start a barn quilt trail. We are just in the planning stages now, so I can’t say much. I thought it would be fun to have one here in Fauquier County. In July, we met with the ladies behind the Blue Ridge Barn Quilt Trail in nearby Greene County. Their trail already has about 70 barn quilts in all shapes and sizes and it’s only been around for about a year and a half. The one pictured below is at the visitors’ center.

Barn quilt LOVE in Greene County, Virginia. #blueridgebarnquilttrail

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That is a barn quilt LOVEwork. How cool is that? 😊

I’ve been visiting LOVEworks, too. I’m now up to 96! My log page is not completely up-to-date since I turned in my work computer. You know, the one that belonged to my former employer. They were kind enough to let me borrow it for a couple of months so I didn’t have to conduct my job search from this tablet.

It’s been pretty hot, so we have not done much motorcycle riding. Instead, we’ve been visiting breweries in our spare time.

Another date night with Hubby. ❤️

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Visiting breweries is a much more expensive hobby. Local breweries don’t give you tours and such like big commercial brewers do, it’s really all about tasting their beer. We’ve both decided it’s fun tasting so many different beers.

Last weekend, we actually did something really different. We did a long weekend centered around bicycle riding. We drove to Farmville, Virginia, about two and a half hours south of here.

I’d been to Farmville a couple of times previously, once to see their first LOVEwork and then just passing through. I knew there was a bicycle trail there with a cool bridge and had said several times I wanted to return. So that’s what we did. They have a second LOVEwork now, too.

It’s a LOVEly day for an adventure. LOVEwork 90! #loveva

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The High Bridge Trail State Park was the center of our visit. I pasted the description from the state park’s website below:

High Bridge Trail is 31 miles long and ideally suited for hiking, bicycling and horseback riding. Once a rail bed, the trail is wide, level and generally flat. Its finely crushed limestone surface and dimensions make it easy to enjoy. The park’s centerpiece is the majestic High Bridge, which is more than 2,400 feet long and 125 feet above the Appomattox River. It is the longest recreational bridge in Virginia and among the longest in the United States. High Bridge, a Virginia Historic Landmark, is on the National Register of Historic Places.

It’s a really nice trail, and the bridge was fun to see.

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Check out out this short video from the bridge:

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We visited a few breweries, too. Trapezium in Petersburg had my favorite beer, a white ale. The brewery in Farmville — Third Street Brewing — was nice, too, and in walking distance from our hotel.

The LOVEwork just happened to be in the vicinity of a brewery or two.

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Hubby was kind enough to drive about a three-hour loop on Saturday to see some more LOVEworks while we were in the area. Then Sunday, we detoured through Bedford, Virginia, on the way home to visit the National D-Day Memorial. I created a Google Photos album of the pics from the D-Day Memorial, which was even more impressive than I anticipated. Click Here if you would like to see the album.

Next week is my last week of freedom. I start a new job on September 10th. I’m excited about the opportunity, which is similar to what I’d been doing, but slightly different. It’s hot and humid here, so we’ll be playing indoors for the next couple of days. Monday, I’m off to the beach for 3-4 days with a girlfriend. Then on Sunday, September 9, I’m off to Minneapolis for a week of job training, meet-and-greets, etc. Back to reality, in other words. 😎

A different sort of bike vacation!

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Motoring Along

Scenic Route

In case anyone is wondering, Hubby and I are still riding together. It’s just that it is summertime, which means it gets hot. It’s worse for Hubby on his big-ass Victory with it’s 1,740-cc engine. I’m usually fine up until the thermometer his 85 degrees (~29.4 C), then I start to get really uncomfortable.

The other day, Thursday (?) maybe, I needed a prescription from Costco. The store closest to us (Manassas) didn’t have the med in stock. The next-closest stores are in places like Chantilly, Fairfax, Woodbridge, and other places in the dreaded Northern Virginia metropolis (one giant, heavily populated suburb of Washington, DC). Since I have spare time on my hands, I chose to go to the Winchester store because I knew it would make for a much-nicer ride. Plus, it would make it super-convenient to visit the unlisted LOVEwork I’d recently driven past on I-81 southbound near Clear Brook.

LOVEwork at I-81 SB Welcome Center

It actually made for a very nice ride. I didn’t leave early enough, though, because it started getting hot during the ride back. By the time I got into our garage, I was READY to get all that gear off. So ready, in fact, that I didn’t fully extend the kickstand. That meant that, when I got off of the bike, it fell over. It didn’t fall all of the way to the floor, it just leaned right up against Hubby’s pretty red Victory. Due to the angle, I could not get the thing standing up, so I had to ask Hubby for help.

It was embarrassing, but he didn’t give me a hard time. Luckily, it didn’t even scratch the Victory.

Yesterday, Saturday, we went for a nice little loop ride together. I planned a route to include four LOVEworks, so now I’m up to 81 visited!

LOVE in Stanardsville

Stanardsville is in Greene County. Within about the last year, a barn quilt trail was established there, which is why the LOVEwork has a quilt theme. One day, when we both have time, my friend Kelly and I are going to spend a day following the Blue Ridge Barn Quilt Tour. At the time of this writing, there are 59 barn quilts listed in the brochure! That’s a lot. Trails usually start small, maybe 10-20 barn quilts, and then slowly grow. To have that many so soon after establishing the trail is quite impressive! You can read more about it here.

The Stanardsville site was the last on the list. Temps were hovering around 80 at that point, so I adjusted the route on the fly and we headed home. Just in time, too. It was 83.3 degrees (28.5 C) when I pulled into the garage.

I made absolutely sure the kickstand was fully extended before I got off of the bike.

Still Catching Up

I realize there have been an odd variety of posts here lately. That’s because I am still playing catch-up, and I am not necessarily doing so in any particular order. When I come across something or things I meant to share, I share them. Hopefully that’s not frustrating or annoying.

Bird Interestingness

Did you know that Chimney Swifts like our town of Warrenton, Virginia? That’s because there are lots of old buildings with masonry chimneys in which they can roost. In Fall, when the birds gather in large flocks in preparation for migration, sometimes hundreds will roost in one chimney.

I happened to catch this flock settling down at day’s end while walking my dogs on October 11, 2017. I’d only seen it one other time.

Early in the video, you’ll see one or two birds dipping into the chimney if you watch closely. Then, about two-thirds of the way through, you’ll clearly see more entering the chimney.

If you’d like, you can read a bit more about Chimney Swifts here.

A Different Kind of Bike Ride

Early in 2017, Hubby bought himself a nice new bicycle to use for exercise. He rides pretty much every day, often before daylight. There’s a trail very close to our house, so he doesn’t spend much time on the street.

Late last year, he tuned-up my bicycle so I could join him on some rides. Not for exercise, but for fun.

Aren’t we cute?

One November day, we drove north to Leesburg to ride a portion of the Washington & Old Dominion (W&OD) Railroad trail. It’s a paved, 45-mile route along the former roadbed of the W&OD Railroad, which runs through the urban heartland and into the Virginia countryside. There’s even an adjacent 32-mile gravel horse trail. Nifty, eh?

It was a fabulous Fall day, as you’ll see in the pics below.

Mike riding through a tunnel of color.

 

Cows reflected in a pond. How could I resist?

 

It really is a nice, level path.

My favorite artsy capture from that day is below.

Muddy, confused turtle.

I did move the turtle off the path after I finished exploiting her or him for my own selfish amusement.

We hope to do some more bicycle riding soon. That probably won’t be until later in the year when temperatures cool back down.

Mini-LOVE in Warrenton

I was happy to get my log page of Virginia LOVEworks updated yesterday. That was LONG overdue. But I forgot to add this pic from right here in town.

Belle and K

That mini LOVEwork is at Ciao Bella Celebrations on Ashby Street.

Fun in San Diego

I really do have lots of fun pics from San Diego to share. Here are just a few…

The Poseur

 

One of many murals in La Jolla.

 

OMG, how true is this?

 

Captured in a Pacific Beach (PB) bar.

 

Grumpy Pup

That’s it for now. We’re about to embark on a motorcycle ride, before it gets hot. Temps are supposed to be around 90 today.

More later!

Let’s Hear it for Belgium!

There were many tense moments in that game.

The good news about being out of work in June and into July is that I am free to watch as many FIFA World Cup games as I want. Unfortunately, the US men failed to even qualify for this tournament, but Belgium’s team is playing, so that’s who we are behind. Mike and I both sort of feel a close connection to that country since we have close friends there and have visited several times recently. Plus, I really have come to like that little country.

Yesterday’s match was amazing. Japan, ranked something like #61 in the world, played like they were super-human. It really looked like they were going to win 2-0. Then something finally clicked with BE’s Red Devils and they came back to win 3-2.

Happy Ending

While watching the game, I wondered how the team communicates amongst themselves. Belgium, which is roughly the same size as Maryland, has three official languages, Dutch, French, and German, plus there are other languages or dialects of the official languages spoken in some small areas. Crazy, right?

This morning, I happened to come across an article explaining how the men on Belgium’s national football team communicate with each other. I assume you’ll read that if you really want to know. 🙂

Are any of you soccer fans? I actually played soccer recreationally for about 10 years. I didn’t start playing until I was in my 30s. I played indoor and outdoor soccer, on both all-female and coed teams. I miss it.

My Memory is Failing

Hubby and I both use the SWConnect app and Spotwalla when we are traveling. Not only does it keep track of where we’ve been — nice to have to look back on for future reference — it also allows us to keep an eye on each other to make sure all is okay. Assuming everything works as it should.

My recent trip really was completely unplanned. I set up the trip tracker before I left the house, but I didn’t test it. It had been over a year since I’d used the thing, and I forgot I’d gotten a new phone since last using the SWConnect app. After making some minor adjustments, it appeared to be working. But that was short-lived.

The app runs on my cell phone. When in the mountains, cell coverage can be quite spotty. The way the app is supposed to work is that it stores your locations/track even when there is no cell coverage, but then uploads the track data when you’re in an area with cell reception or Wifi. That wasn’t happening.

If you look at the tracker map, you’ll see a bunch of straight lines. One time, it even put me somewhere I didn’t go, due south of Oak Ridge, Tennessee. It was weird. We couldn’t figure out why. Not until my last night on the road when Hubby said maybe my phone was full.

Hmmm. That night, I deleted some videos and old pictures. The next day, the tracker worked! Who knew that would cause a problem? Not me, obviously.

It HAD been awhile since I deleted any pics. In fact, that’s nothing something I do on a regular basis. (I think I may be an image hoarder, but don’t tell anyone I said that.) So, yesterday and today, I spent several HOURS deleting images. Yep, hours. As it turns out, I deleted about 4,200 files.

Holy guacamole, that’s a lot of images! The ones that I kept have been moved to a computer and I am now in the process of saving them to the proper place on our network.

Now, I just need to remember to delete pics more often. Or maybe take fewer pictures, LOL.

The End and the Beginning

Hello there.

I’m back! I think I’m back, anyway. I want to be. I miss blogging. I won’t bother trying to explain why I have been away because, truth is, I’m not completely sure. It’s been a tumultuous few years. Not BAD, just up-and-down. To me, it feels like there have been more downs than ups, but that’s just because I am my own worst critic.

I just got back from an unplanned vacation. I mean “unplanned” in the most literal sense of the term. I’d been thinking about taking a trip, because I REALLY needed some time to decompress, but my work schedule was making it difficult, plus I had some impending personal commitments.

For me, thinking about taking a trip is a definite precursor to the actual planning of said trip. The first step is always deciding where to go. I mean, it’s a big world. I knew I’d be traveling on two wheels, so the distance was somewhat limited since I don’t like to ride too far in a short period of time. Unlike that Hubby of mine who recently got back from a ride to ALASKA, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.

There are some places I’d been considering, mostly because I’d never been, such as Nova Scotia and the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Michigan. I’ve never ridden my motorcycle in Canada either and would like to see Toronto and Montreal. I finally scheduled some vacation time from the job, but hadn’t decided whether I would go to one or all of those places. And then life threw me a curveball.

On June 7, I got laid off. WTF, right? I’d sort of been expecting it–business had been really slow– but it was still a shock when it actually happened. I didn’t really expect that I would be the one to get cut, even though it’s happened to me before. Anyway, long story short, I am unemployed. That’s the end of that extremely stressful job!

It happened just before noon on a Thursday, so I had the whole afternoon to mull it over. Hubby had actually gone into his office that day, so he didn’t have to listen to me venting. Instead, I just kept my mouth shut and took Belle for a couple of very long walks.

I finally told Mike after his work day had ended. Later, after he’d had a chance for the news to sink in, he suggested I take a vacation. Real practical, right? I had been thinking that, but never would have suggested it. He knew I’d never suggest it, so he did.

That night and the next morning, I gave it some thought. All real vacation plans were probably out the window and, like he said, once I start a new job, it’ll be a while before I get any real time off, so why not?

It really was not practical, but was sorely needed, so I did it. It was wonderful. I threw some clothes together, grabbed some maps, and off I went. I thought I might finally visit Spruce Knob, the highest point in West Virginia, but had no plan beyond that. Heck, I even took my passport just in case I did head north.

Now I just have to figure out what’s next. That’s the “beginning” I refer to in this post’s title. A new beginning. A fresh start. There are so many possibilities!

Thanks for checking-in on me. I hope you see you again real soon.