Kayak Morning

Kayaking Towards An Ice Floe

7:46

7:46

It's 7:30. We're both up, and the lake is open in front of our house, though it still appears frozen to the south, near the reeds. The ducks and other waterfowl are out, cruising the water in front of us. Spring is near. It's 8:50 as I finish this, and I was able to get in a half hour of paddling, south down to an ice floe and back along Woodlawn. Sorry for so many photos, but it was a spectacular lake morning.

Kayak Morning

Mallards

Southern Sky

Paddling To Ice Floe

Goose

Buffleheads Are Back

More Buffleheads

Into The Sun

What A Sky

Yesterday was a beautiful day — plenty of sun and warmth, with a high in the 60s. I woke later than usual, at 8:00, which was a pleasant surprise. After the blog and breakfast — waffles warmed in the air fryer — I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but by 10:30, I decided it was a good day for a bike ride. I pulled my bike out of my neighbor's garage, where it had been stored for the winter, attached the rack to my Outback, strapped on the bike, and drove to Mayville Park.

I then made the mistake of riding Webb's Trail. I'm obviously out of bike shape, because I struggled on the way out, stopping twice. It's slightly uphill and into the wind, after all. I knew, however, that once I reached the end, the return would be all downhill and easy — and it was. I cruised back, crossed the road, and biked down Sea Lion Drive to the end and back, struggling only when the wind picked up. I was out for just about an hour, and it felt good to be back on the bike.

Biking Webbs Ttrail

Looking South, From Sea Lion Drive

When I got home, I had the leftover pizza from Pace's. I'm still struggling to find something to watch, both at noon and in the evening. After lunch, I read for a while, then napped, and woke up ready to finish my yard work. I grabbed a bucket and rake and spent forty-five minutes clearing all the deadfall from the front yard and hauling it up the hill. It felt good to have it done — the yard clean and ready for today's rain, and perhaps snow later in the week.

We had our wine at 5:00 and were less than reassured to hear Trump describe the bombing of Iran as "an excursion, not a war." I feel so much better. For dinner, Evie reheated the leftover pot roast and made a salad, and it was even better than Saturday night's. We watched Hometown and Colbert before Evie went to bed. I ended up watching the Denver/Oklahoma City NBA game, having failed to find anything else worth watching. I finished my book, 19 Minutes, and liked it, then started a new one by James Salter called All That Is.