orienteering 1:14:13  7.1 km (10:27 / km) +771ft 8:58 / km
A long day, though not without its pleasures....
First stop, well actual first stop was filling up the gas tank, 2.89/gallon at the local pumps, nice short-term relief compared to 3 months ago, but not what we need in the long term to break our addiction.
But the real first stop was Sessions Woods for a WCOC local meet. Got a chance to re-run the Red course from the A meet in 2002. I suppose I did better, because at least I finished this time, whereas 6 years ago I skipped a control (#7). But in all other respects it was worse, 61 minutes last time, add a couple minutes if I'd gone to #7, maybe 63-64, still a lot better than this time.
It seemed that today's plan must have been to mimic the chicken running around with its head cut off, keep moving, just not much idea where I was going. I'm sure I was running slower than 6 years ago; I'm also sure I was orienteering worse.
#1. Bad general plan, bad route, bad execution, otherwise excellent.... Lost a couple minutes.
#2. Very inefficient on the first half of the leg, and then didn't spot the control for a while. Lost a minute or two.
#13. Simple leg, bad execution, too far right, not reading the map well, not registering in my mind what my eyes were seeing in the terrain. Pulled up on a broad knoll, expected to see the control on the south side. Nothing. Probably stood there for a minute figuring things out -- I don't really like to go rushing off to some distant big feature if I can help it -- then went and got it. Lost two or three minutes.
#14. Clearly didn't learn my lesson, just took off heading more or less southeast, but never took a good enough look at the map to understand what I was supposed to be seeing in the terrain. Finally located myself at a stone wall, too far left. Maybe that taught me, rest of the leg was fast and in control. Lost a minute.
Not a pretty race. I should know better.
, compared with 6 years ago
And then off to Litchfield to visit Mom.
After incidents the last two weeks in the city, there have been discussions with my siblings about the possibility of curtailing or restricting or chaperoning her weekly trips to the Big Apple. So I thought I would stop in and see if I could talk to her about it. Which I figured would certainly not be easy, might well be totally non-productive, and was certainly not something I looked forward to doing.
But it was in fact a good visit. I suppose the first good sign was that she remembered I was coming, the phone call 20 minutes earlier hadn't been completely forgotten.... :-)
So we started in with the usual stuff, like what was I doing, and how was Gail, and did we have any trips planned. And it felt like the movie Groundhog Day, where Bill Murray gets to repeat the same day over and over, each time varying his responses based on what he learned in an earlier version. In this case, when the question was repeated 5 or 10 minutes later, I thought back to my first answer, recalled how she seemed to react to it, and then changed my response accordingly. Made it quite interesting instead of quite annoying.
And then I switched to things I knew her memory could still recall, questions about her life as a kid, what schools were like, etc. Things 70 years ago seem quite fresh and brought quite a few smiles. And a few questions about me, including did I ski any more, Nope, not for 30 years or so, Why not, you were so good, Well, I broke both legs at different points, the second one quite badly, I was a month in the hospital. And did you have a cast on it? 4 months. Oh, that's a long time. And I really wanted to ask if she remembered why she never bothered to come see me in the hospital, just a couple of hours away, but that question won't be asked, or answered, in this lifetime....
And then we got to more current stuff -- was she happy (yes, definitely, had had a very good life, no point in complaining anyway, it doesn't do any good), did she like Litchfield or NYC better (liked them both, liked going to the city each week, exciting, looks forward to it, also really likes Litchfield), was she worried that she was alone in the city with no one checking on her (so what, she said, unlike many elders she doesn't seem to live in fear of bad things happening), why was she still walking to this place she went for dinner, 15-20 minutes, why not take a cab (oh, it's not very far). And so on.
Overall, a very long and very interesting conversation, it just seemed to happen.
And at some point, after maybe an hour and a quarter, it was time to go, enough was enough. And I headed off.
And on the way home I was thinking about what I thought about her trips to the city, and figured it might be worth a stop at the Ratlum Mountain Day Spa and Psychotherapy Clinic to help sort my thoughts out.
Charlie and Rhonda were, there, also Zach, the new film star, also Erik. The big news was that Erik's ankle is healing, he's hoping to run in the state XC champs Saturday, though running at Mt. Tomon Sunday is less likely. The really big news is that he's cut his gorgeous hair. Not totally shaved, but close. Seems like a XC team decision. I thought when you've got it, you're supposed to flaunt it.
And then a bit of therapy. I filled C and R in on the latest, and said my inclination was that the various bad things that might happen to Mom in the city would only hurt Mom, and not anyone else (as opposed to when we took her car away, since then she could have done serious damage to someone else). And if she enjoyed her weekly trips, why keep her from doing them.
Got total support from Rhonda. Also from Charlie, although he thought I was also laying the groundwork for my own requests at age 90 to be able to keep rogaining.
A very very nice visit, as usual it seems on Ratlum Mountain.
And now I have to see where I stand with my sister and brother, and what we will or won't do.
PS. Today's count -- 6 falls for PG, 0 falls for Mom. But I did get in a little yoga part way though the visit.... :-)