covid thanksgiving and black friday

 Part of an email I sent to a particular friend, on dealing with Thanksgiving and Black Friday while managing COVID:

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(Are we w)ell? No, we're not well... but we're better. I woke with a sore throat, which has mostly passed; we had a bunch of Black Friday chores to do this morning, and we got them all done - gas for Regina; special sale at ShopRite; sale at Talbot's for Regina; two-for-one black Friday deal at Hand & Stone massage (I'd rather have dental work than a massage, but Regina likes them, so she got the deal, and I did as well as a Christmas present for her); stop at Costco. It's been a slow afternoon, I suppose, but I did a load of laundry; cashed two checks (remote; just uploading pics from the dining room); ordered a gift card for my sister's Christmas present; paid the water bill. With all that, I'm mostly falling asleep with the computer playing videos on my lap, and I hear Regina's computer in the bedroom; I suspect she fell asleep watching something or other.

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I'm actually glad I missed the Thanksgiving dinner; I have one sister-in-law who's well-meaning, but perseverates on her belief that all government benefits are wasted on the undeserving; another sister-in-law is (redacted). We sent most of the dinner to them (and their children and the one newly-married-in wife), and kept out a few servings of the side dishes for ourselves... and bought turkey club sandwiches to round out dinner for ourselves. We set the good china and sterling (I inherited five settings of sterling), and decided this was a really good Thanksgiving for us, COVID or no.

If we could just hang out with the younger generation of her family, and leave out my sisters-in-law (and the one Trump-y husband), it would be a much better time.

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Thanks for checking in. We're OK; we won't starve before we can get out to stores again... and I'm only a little sorry that I can't go infect some people of choice wit this illness, or that it would't be as crippling as it might be, if I did.

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I expect we will look back on this holiday, and smile at each other as we do. The story may improve with age and retelling; stories often do.

thinking about COVID-19

 In an earlier post, I wrote that I had been stricken with COVID, days before Thanksgiving; The Excellent Wife (TEW) has as well. I found it a weird concurrence to be infected weeks after Trump, who so mismanaged the pandemic in 2020, was re-elected.

The truth is that I've sought out and received every COVID vaccine that's been offered since they were first available (in fact, it was a requirement of my last job at Rutgers/UMDNJ that I do so for the first three or four). And in 2024, COVID is far less threatening or frightening than it was four years ago. (Trump, if anything, is even more frightening than he was.) Both my wife and I have started a course of Paxlovid (we are blessed with one of the best medical insurance offerings in the state of New Jersey), and, while she (as many do) is having some gastric distress as a side effect of the medication cocktail, we are finding the Paxlovid safe and effective. I had one bad day and two bad nights, and am now tired but generally improved (I am, however, producing urine such that I'm comparing myself to Moses striking the rock at Meribah in Exodus 17, producing water where there was none).

I'm in a high-risk group: men over 65 with hypertension. The high-risk-group thing appears to be far less of a concern than it once was, and there is no longer talk of "long-COVID" in these cases, or the permanent loss of taste; the doctor at the doc-in-the-box compared my case to being like flu or bronchitis (and, indeed, I've had cases of both of the latter, with much worse effects than what I'm suffering now with the COVID). Still, we're medicating, quarantining, and masking when we do have to go out, because while we have comparatively mild cases, it's not clear that people we might infect would have the same experience, especially if they either did not have access to the vaccine, or refused to take it.

(We'll not get started on the shared responsibility for the severity of illness for people who refused the vaccine.)

So my concern when I saw the deep red line on my COVID test indicating my positive result was, perhaps, unfounded. Despite it being Thanksgiving Day, I'm not ready to say I'm grateful about any of this (an omnipotent, benevolent god might have ensured that COVID never developed in the first place). But I'll admit it could have been worse, and I'm glad for my privileged position, my excellent wife, my few healthy habits.

stricken

 Y'r o'b'd't servant is COVID-positive.

trying to ride again

 

Between poor mental health, other commitments (not all of them unpleasant), and real life, I haven't ridden as much this year as I'd planned to. I'm trying to get back into shape, and into the routine of regular rides. I did a couple this weekend, and I'm reminded that, especially at my age (NOBODY would look at me and think I'm even middle-aged anymore), I've got to keep up or I'll lose fitness.

On Saturday, Nov 23, I saw that Neil C was leading a ride that was going to come within a couple of miles of the new house, both on the way out and on the way back. I asked about meeting them on the route, and we had a discussion on what to expect.

There were four of us, all on titanium bikes. I was planning to write about this as the "ti bikes ride", but I was struck by something else. All of us have been in the club for decades, and two of them have been riding together for most of their rides for most of that time. Our speeds and strength vary widely... but we were careful of each other to look out for whoever might be falling behind, and to keep each of us involved in the ride and in the associated conversation.

It was a lesson to me about friendship over time, about changes in expectations as time passes, about tolerance and kindness. Between hills and demanding winds (especially on the way back), it was a difficult ride for me, but I'm glad I went.

Ride page link.

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Today, Sunday, Nov 24, I scheduled a ride from Franklin down to Princeton and Hopewell, and back. I had ten takers, nine at the start and one to pick up along the way.

It was another windy day. This time, the wind was against us more at the start. Most of the riders were stronger than I (that happens often on my Sunday rides); I tried to keep up, but wound up leading from the rear.

We were about eight miles in when we noticed one of the riders was missing; I was afraid we'd dropped someone, but it turned out the rider had been off the front and missed a turn. We waited a bit while another rider went to try to find her, but went on when that didn't seem to be happening. (We got text messages later about what happened; the two who'd gone off found each other, and decided to cut the ride short when one had mechanical problems.)

The rest of us continued through Princeton and turned in at ETS.

From there, we went through a few neighborhoods, to the stop at the Boro Bean.

That still-life of the helmet and muffin, above, took SO MANY SHOTS to get right.

And back. I was tired on the way back; while the group was polite about not dropping me, I was clearly in the rear for the last several miles (despite a strong tailwind much of the way).

It's the wrong time of year to try to get in shape for riding; instead, I hope not to lose too much more before spring. And here's hoping other commitments and poor mental health don't conspire to interfere with that plan, any more than they already have.

Ride page link.

the right thing to do

 I haven't ridden much on a couple of months other than a few miles around the over-55 community in which I live. Some of that was due to conflicts and being busy, some due to illness (I had a cold that persisted over 2 weeks; gone are the days when I could have a cold for two or three days and then get back to feeling normal [I tested; I was negative for COVID]). A lot of it was depression over the way the election was going, and then the way it turned out. I just haven't felt like doing much.

But it became clear that I had to get out and do something rather than just sit in my misery. From previous episodes of this type, I know that one of the things that may work is going ahead and doing the things that I would be doing if I had the energy and desire, because sometimes the energy and desire comes back as I do things. So I posted a club ride -- admittedly late (Friday, for a Sunday ride), but posted, nonetheless.

It was a while before I got any takers. Then they started to drift in: one, then two more; eventually I had six, plus me.

I chose a short, not-too-hilly route to a favorite stop, the Italian bakery in Raritan. I've got a couple of routes that go there: the one I'll link below, and one a few miles longer that goes through Neshanic... but I really didn't feel up to the Neshanic route today (there's a hill that another rider complains about, and I don't like some of the roads), so we did the other.

Even with a group of only seven, I had one or two riding off the front, one at the back who was saving energy for another day, one who I had expected to be stronger, but who showed signs of flagging. Our average speeds probably ranged from 14-16mph. When we first started, I wasn't sure I was going to make he distance... but by the end, I know I could have gone farther or faster (I make a point of keeping an eye on the people in the back).

Our stop was at that bakery:

I can sometimes use  a ride to dispel the gloom. That wasn't the case today; I'm still subdued and not eager to engage with people. But getting out and leading this ride was the right thing to do. On to finding the next right thing.

Ride page.

ashamed

 Today, I'm ashamed to be an old white man.

Edit November 8: I remember, though, that I have never in my life voted for a Republican. That is undoubtedly a reflection of my privilege; nevertheless, there it is.

brother-in-law died yesterday

 My brother-in-law died yesterday.

It's bad. It's worse for my sister, I'm sure.

local barbershop

 I got back from the barber a few minutes ago, and this came out of my head.

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The crones, or almost-crones
Giving the haircuts, are standing at chairs
Marked with the names of the men (all of them were men)
Who gave haircuts in these places forty years ago.

But they were not the first barbers here. In the arms
Of the chairs are ashtrays, now clean,
But still with the memory of ashes, from when
Everybody smoked at the barber’s. On the counters

Are products I only remember seeing
When I was getting 25¢ haircuts, beside men
Who looked old to me then, although they
Were decades younger than I am now.

This floor has had hair swept from men
Who fought Nazis, or North Koreans,
Or who could make a living with only
A strong back and a willing attitude.

The pictures by the licenses are of grandchildren
Rather than of lovers and parties of their youth.
And despite my directions, and the crone’s obedience,
My hair comes out in a style from a movie
That was popular twenty years before I was born.

 

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I almost never write poetry (I wrote one about a year ago, and none before that for decades), and I have no idea where this came from.

brother-in-law to go to hospice, and other stuff

 I heard yesterday that my sister's husband is being evaluated for hospice after a series of medical problems including a recent broken hip. 

I am trying to be supportive of my sister.

I've had a cold and didn't ride this weekend. I haven't ridden much recently, partly due to other commitments. These include a voice-over part for a production of the Performing Arts Club of the over-55 community in which I live, and the out-of-state wedding of my favorite niece.

Some of these are new opportunities, which I'm enjoying... still, the news about the brother-in-law, on top of the recent death of a nephew, has me out of sorts.

small no-pace ride

 A number of the club cyclists planned to do one of the organized rides today (one of which is the locally-famous Central Bucks Covered Bridges Ride), but I didn't get my act together to go (and I wasn't ready to take on the elevation in the Covered Bridges ride), so I posted one of my no-pace rides instead. The Excellent Wife (TEW) agreed to come out, but all of the other registrants could easily have taken on a much more demanding ride... Nonetheless, five of us (including TEW and me) came out.

We do the usual, easy, 21-ish-mile flat route, initially at a chatty pace, and then we picked it up a bit as the ride continued. The group sets the pace of this ride: if I have slower riders, I ride in the back with them; if not, the group set the pace (I've brought up the rear pretty regularly on this ride). 

When we got up to the turn onto Culver Road, TEW engaged in her usual practice of cutting through the bagel shop parking lot to avoid a confusing left turn at a five-points intersection. The rest of us got caught at the light, and TEW pulled way out in front... and then stayed there for miles. She later said that she wasn't worried about the rest of us catching up, and, in truth, I guess she didn't need to be.

Peter R brought out his fixie.

If you've got a bike that may not be suited to most group rides, this is the one on which to bring it. Peter said, though, he wouldn't do it again: since the pedals can't be moved easily to (for example) a convenient starting position, it's not a perfect bike for a group ride. (I hadn't thought of that. Years ago, there was a vogue for fixies on group rides. Nobody complained about the problem, but perhaps nobody wanted to admit that it was a problem for them.

We stopped at the Southfield McCaffreys.

It's a better stop than you would think.

And back. Raj rolled off a bit early because he'd ridden in. Laura OLPH griffed up her miles a bit by riding part of the way back withe me, before heading back to her car.

I'll keep doing these. Come on out, if you're an interested club member - or even if you're not a clb member; you get one for free.

new brunswick bike exchange ride

 Some of youse already know about the New Brunswick Bike Exchange (see also Facebook link). We take bike donations, and either rebuild them and sell them at low cost, or strip them for parts that we can use on the bikes we do sell. I'm a co-manager of the all-volunteer staff, and I wish I could have taken credit for organizing the ride today (it DOES sound like a co-managerial thing to do), but the truth is that one of our weekend volunteers, Baratier Erebus du Halm, set the whole business up.

That's the founder of the feast, on the left, above.

We were a crew of six, with varying interests and abilities. We left from Washington Crossing and went up the D&R Canal at a conversational pace to Lambertville.

It was a lovely fall day, with temperatures as if it were the end of May.

Once in Lambertville, we did a walk around, stopped for lunch at El Tule, a Peruvian restaurant there, and came back, again at a stately pace.

My thanks to the volunteers, both for their service to the Bike Exchange, and for allowing me to participate in such a delightful day.

Ride page.

weekend rides

 It's been a while since I've done a ride longer than about ten miles around the neighborhood. I got out on two this weekend.

Tom H posted a club ride out of Freehold, heading through Middletown and Atlantic Highlands to Sandy Hook, then down through Sea Bright and Tinton Falls back to Freehold.

That route brings us by the Route 35 Scary Clown. Martin and Laura OLPH decided they needed Scary Clown pictures, and I decided I needed pictures of the two of them getting Scary Clown pictures.

Tom hadn't counted on the traffic on Kings Highway and the other local roads. He usually does this route around the Jewish holidays, which has limited the traffic in the past, but apparently not so this year. I found the traffic on these roads with no shoulder to be enervating; I was downhearted for the next several miles. Tom later told me I was acting like an old man, and he wasn't wrong.

But the path at the shore, and then Sandy Hook, helped me get back on track again.

And back. We kept up a pretty hot pace (for us), and ended up with 60 miles for the day, with a little climb and some wind. For the last few miles, I decided to let the group go ahead, and slow-rolled back to the start (hey, it's not a race, and I knew where I was going!) Go check the ride page.

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For today, I'd posted a variation of one of my regular routes, from Franklin down through Princeton (but through a neighborhood rather than along Route 27), and up to Hopewell and back. I got twelve takers, many capable of faster paces than the posted pace. After having done 60 miles the day before, I was a bit concerned about having the energy to keep up, but I did well enough that I could keep up with the group, and check in regularly with the three new (to me) riders and make sure they were OK.

As happens on some of my rides, there was a very fast group that went off the front. At first, they would wait at turns, but then they just started taking the turns and proceeding. None of the other riders appeared to complain or have problems, and we did stop a few times for water and breath.

 We stopped at the Boro Bean.

On the way back, I discovered I'd inadvertently routed the group onto 206. Two were off the front, and I couldn't see them, so I don't know the route they took, but I re-routed the remainder onto less trafficky roads, and then across the canal and back.

About three miles from the end, we came upon the off-the-front pair; one had had to make a panic stop; the other had gone over behind him. While the rider was apparently upset, there was no sign of personal injury... but the derailleur hanger had sacrificed itself to save the rear mech. The bike was not in rideable condition. We were close enough to the end to arrange for a pick-up... and a text exchange later in the afternoon elicited that the rider was at the shop having the hanger changed out, and was little the worse for wear.

Ride page.

Enough bike drama. I'm going back to my cranky retired guy life.