Visualizing Fans

It is hot in the NW and going to get hotter. Understatement of the year, we are in a “Excessive Heat Warning” and while I am going to BBQ this afternoon on my little deck, I am not going for a bike ride or to ride my Zwift as it has no A/C and faces the sun AND the heat just blasts of that pavement. Instead, if the temps dip I will go for a walk.

Where was I? The Zwift bike! I woke up earlier in the week and the condo hadn’t cooled. That is really not a suprise as there is no cross ventilation in my little place. It is affordable and I am fond of it, but a house and/or a more modern unit…well, it is not those things. As I lay in bed I kept hearing the fan going in the Living Room and recalled that last summer I had two fans….or did I? And created my own breeze or circle of air [n.b. I am still testing the entire strategy of which direction to point the fans and whether they should also be opposite or serial air flow] I simply couldn’t remember where the fan was located. I got up, it was the first day of summer, and even before breakfast I looked under the bed and then taking the storage unit key I looked in there.

It was so funny when I went out to the garage and opened the door and there, right in front of me, tilted to cool me while Zwifting, was the fan.

That reminds me that I really need to pick up miles more effectively this summer so I am ready for long rides. I took the eBike and came back with sore legs, neck and view that ride as a great success.

All the fan news and still practicing writing.

Replacement KitchenAid Mixer Feet

The official part number for the feet appears to be #WP9709707 and there is a replacement for this on Amazon. I don’t know if that is precisely the correct P/N for the feet I have OR if the correct one is to replace the rather solid looking alternate. The problem is that the feet are so old and so crumbly and caked with the dirt of decades of use that I can’t keep the counter top clean when they get wet at all.

After all the years of noticing the problem where the feet track and streak the counter, which I would wash and let the feet dry, I actually took a second and turned the machine over. Remembering that I fix things and that was where my career as a Maker began all those decades ago. Just taking things apart and finding out what didn’t work and putting them back together working as well as they can.

It came as no surprise that Amazon and even KitchenAid still had parts for these. The original design was built to be used and used and repaired and kept going. There is even replacement gears and other mechanisms to rebuild the inside and I do ponder fixing it so it is quiet and smooth again.

The outside is worn and aged looking (n.b. I edited out the word rust and yet in the picture I can easily spot it) at the edges and it has made countless batches of so many foods, pie dough, cookies, breads…I believe it came to me in 1980 and here 31 years later I am replacing the feet and taking the care of it that might well have been taken some years ago. Somethings give joy.

Marji provided the decal a few years ago

Some things will wear out, but the love that goes into this unit means that I will continue to repair it for as long as possible and then will move on as everything changes. For now it is enough to know that somewhere parts are on their way and for $7.21 I will have clean and usable feet again and the mixer will continue.

I like this whole process of seeing that I need to attend to things and doing so.

Categorized as Maker

Mt Washington + Ollalie

I like telling stories. I always figured that telling stories was my way of processing information or events. Or maybe that stories were my way of remembering what it was that happened and focusing on portions of the occurrence. I have also heard that story telling is to allow others to get a handle on the information and to bring them into the event in the retelling. Recently a quote stuck with me that storytelling is a way of validating our existence and establish that we are here.

Perhaps. I am hoping to work that out. And to allow myself to wander and see if I can create timeless-ness and flow. And just to see where it takes me.

I joined the #1000wordsofsummer again and it is my great hope to practice writing which I enjoy and to become clear and crisp in what I have to say. Somehow I fear that sesquipedalian-ism or really simply not learning to transfer narrative from oral to written form has hampered the practice and so, here I am, starting a journey, like mediation, that is a practice and will pay slow dividends.

Whoops, so many tools in this platform that I haven’t used yet. Well, one at a time. The process it not to be rushed

I wasn’t as nervous driving up to the Mt Washington trail head as I had been earlier in the week and that should have meant something. For some reason the trail had me anxious, it was easily 4 miles farther than I have run since the Pandemic started. Just now, a day after the event I realized it was nearly Feb 2020, actually November 2019 since I have run this kind of distance. So it goes. I just wanted to train up. Up being the word on this route, the hill up was 14.6% (in the interests of checking the precise number on Strava) and so power hiking and walking were the order of the day. The route down was 7.3% and that doesn’t describe the Mountain Bike track with banked corners and swoops up and down as well as it should have. Somewhere in the entire process it became hard to go downhill, it was faster than I was comfortable with and whether the lack of water or the lack of training, or the lack of eating, all of which conspired together to simply shutoff the legs and I was

[I went back and edited a bunch and I realize that for this day, I am not trying for a good post, or one where I have edited it and cleaned it up, I simply want to write]

dropped off the back. I am fine with that as the group is fast, faster than I am and yet, I was clearly not running like I can and should have been able to keep up with the group. The most interesting part was on the 2% upgrade on the Palouse to Cascades State Park Trail I couldn’t keep up with a 9min/mile pace. I seriously ran out of energy on the entire run and need to think through this as a post run exercise.

I think the water mattered as the rest of the day I felt thirsty. Or the food. But the heart rate was unusually high as well. Perhaps I have to run longer runs with SGLRG and keep moving up the mileage. And now that I come to it, this week was my highest week in some time and there is a price to pay for coming at a week for more mileage both riding and running than I have done.

Riding it was double the previous week and most likely double the last four weeks although not the highest of the year.

Running it was double the mileage and double the average from the last four weeks and the highest of the year. So that wasn’t a great jump.

So many facts and such a small amount of interesting story. What really felt damn good was Christopher (Run Leader) trailing behind the lead runners to make sure I made the last two turns. I had the route in my watch and would have noticed when I overran them. Still it was super nice to be considered even in the back of the group. And now I have to train more seriously.

Also interesting was that Jodie’s longest run ever and despite no water she was strong. Hmmm.

All of these little tidbits are swimming around in my head to build a story and a narrative of what the run was, what the run meant, what it felt like.

Going uphill was fun as always, I am slow on the snow, and that is rather typical, I am unwilling to slip and sprain something running across a surface that I posthole faster than the “elf” weight shorter runners do. The group was discussing their heights at the top of the hill. And like many runners, they are shorter and lighter, and lighter as a percentage as I am running (pun intended) to extra weight coming out of COVID.

The challenge is to train and to push myself, into uncomfortable roles and distances and situations and then to work on being better and more capable as a result. To that degree the run was an unmitigated success. I am sore, but only slightly, I am uninjured other than a little pride at simply being unable to keep up.

Sidenote, I could feel the heart rate not keeping down and me not keeping up at the end but I still didn’t reach for my Gu and try something new. I wonder, other than simply the distance, what happened. I will say there was an energy loss the rest of the day and that wasn’t a surprise. I hadn’t planned well for it and that was a surprise.

Alright, from a storytelling viewpoint this was all the thoughts and the emotions, even simply acknowledged without a discernible story or thread to tie them together. Awkward. But so it begins. I am going to allow myself to “Do It Badly” and determine to attempt a better story on the next one.

Good News

They don’t publish
the good news.
The good news is published
by us.
We have a special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive,
and the linden tree is still there,
standing firm in the harsh Winter.
The good news is that you have wonderful eyes
to touch the blue sky.
The good news is that your child is there before you,
and your arms are available:
hugging is possible.
They only print what is wrong.
Look at each of our special editions.
We always offer the things that are not wrong.
We want you to benefit from them
and help protect them.
The dandelion is there by the sidewalk,
smiling its wondrous smile,
singing the song of eternity.
Listen! You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head.
Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow
and preoccupation
and get free.
The latest good news
is that you can do it.

Thich Nhat Hanh


I am challenged by not moving as much inside a smaller space. Exacerbated by inclement weather. So I have begun going up and down external stairs to my new home for exercise.

I am challenged by not having as much non-traditional movement during the day, bending and flexing. So I have begun squats and playing with my foam soccer balls (from IKEA).

Why is it important? Meditation practices have taught me that activating physical body parts and thinking about them is a great way of calming the thinking mind and being mindful about being in the space. So I think of that, take my quick break, and get back to it.