Mystery this morning: We drove out to rowing practice, only to find out that our
lake is closed, indefinitely. According to Yosemite Sam, the city people he spoke
to acted as if they knew the reason, but wouldn't tell him. My best guess is that
maybe there's an issue with water quality. There has been some rain, and there was
a flash-flooding warning last night, so possible they've had something odd
draining into the lake. Considering the numbers of dead birds and fish we see
there, and the lack of outflow from the lake, the water quality's not great at the
best of times. The scary thing is that people fish there -- I'm sure they're all
supposed to do catch-and-release, but who knows if they really
do.
I've left a message with Unknown Legend, and done an unsuccessful
search in the local newspaper's online version, to try to find the reason for the
closure. Meanwhile, I need to figure out what to do. In some ways this comes at a
good time for me. I had been thinking of taking a mini-vacation (no rowing, no
gym, just work) for a week or a month, so now I need to decide what to do. The
argument against simply taking the time off is that I know how difficult it will
be to get back into rowing if I do. I may just stick with the twice-weekly gym
workouts, but scale down the weight training and add a bit more
cardio.
This is more of a problem for Rudder, since he and T2 are
about to begin serious training for the Head of the Charles, in
October.
My list is still acting up; the Troglodyte's increasing
rudeness has spawned some decrease in the civility level of others, as well as
quite a few people trying responsibly to foster respect for others' opinions, or,
perhaps more productively, to change the topic entirely. At least one person has
complained about my coming down on the Trog while letting others off, making
reference to an In Crowd, but I actually had couched my rebuke in general terms on
purpose. Sigh. Playground dynamics at their finest.
On Sunday we
watched someone flying some RC planes out at the airstrip our property is one.
They fly, somehow, so much more lightly than a real plane. I've got something
spinning in my head about it, but the words haven't quite materialized
yet.