It seems sort of odd to be talking about a vacation when I haven’t worked for more than a year. However, Amy and I are about to fly east.
We’ll be taking a trip to Florida to visit with Amy’s parents. It’s always a good time.
In advance of the trip, I’m busy applying for more jobs. I’ll have limited computer access while there, so I figure I might as well get as much done now. Our renter is planning to move out next month, so this is likely our last chance to get away and have a built-in housesitter/dogsitter.
The weather in Florida is not expected to be much different than it is here. I plan to get in some hikes, although I won’t have my trusty canine companion. We have been logging about 45 miles a week lately, so she can probably use the time off. Today we hiked from home to Comanche Lookout Park. Abby enjoyed the views, so did I as we gazed southeast towards downtown San Antonio.
Oh well, back to job hunting and trip planning.
This must be…well, Tuesday.
We’ve been doing some shopping lately. Christmas gifts, a big-ticket item for my future granddaughter, and some sorely needed furniture. Isn’t this what all unemployed people do?
I’ve actually been saving money for the past months, so these purchases don’t sting too much. I’ve still got a few others on the list which may fall victim to economic fears as the new year approaches with no job prospects in sight.
I have, however, cracked the code of the state’s job database which I whined about previously not allowing me to apply for various positions. I’ve learned to run my work experience against the listed job requirements and then modify my experience, interest, skills in the database to match.
Okay, maybe it’s lying, but it, at least, allows me then to send a resume and let a human (hopefully) judge my potential instead of being ruled out by a mechanized mind.
In other news, the walking continues. I’ve shed about 50 pounds in the past several months. Abby is still on the prowl for deer. The other morning, I noticed a deer with very unusual markings.
I was reminded of a favorite Far Side cartoon.
Posted by Michael Main
I hit my goal this week.
Abby and I walked 50 miles. We had to squeeze in about 9 miles this morning to make it, so we ventured down a portion of an as yet unopened part of the Salado Creek Greenway which took us to Walker Ranch Park.
The park features a unique footbridge. It will test your faith in engineering. It feels like you’re walking in a bounce house when you cross.
Abby was less than thrilled with it.
By the time we made it back to the car, both of us were hobbling a bit.
Sometimes you have to feel a little pain to achieve your goals. At least that’s what I’m telling Abby.
Posted by Michael Main
Miss Abby and I explored some new portions of the Salado Creek Greenway today.
I opted to take a different route than usual because of the recent rains in San Antonio which have flooded out portions of our regular trek.
Today we started out near McAllister Park and walked along a fairly new segment of the greenway that purports to connect to Walker Ranch Park which we have never visited. That statement still holds true. We didn’t visit it today. We didn’t get that far.
It turns out the greenway connection is not yet officially completed.
That wasn’t what actually stopped us.
I ignored the signs saying, “No pedestrians, bikes, motor vehicles, UFO’s, etc.” and marched right past.
So did Abby, she’s a rebel.
We strolled down an obviously temporary asphalt path without incident. A half mile or so along the way I could see what looked like a much more finished section of trail ahead.
We didn’t get there.
Abby was reluctant to cross a slightly flooded spillway. This is atypical for Abby. The water wasn’t that deep and she doesn’t normally object to getting her feet wet.
This time, however, she stopped, dug in and was adamantly not going to proceed. It was obvious if I wanted her to keep going forward I would have to hope something powered by a jet engine and shooting fireworks came up behind us.
She was freaking out as a result of the sound of rushing water on the spillway and the sight of a large swirling vortex of liquid next to us that appeared to be swallowing humanity and sucking it into the netherworld.
I took Abby’s counsel and we turned around.