Beltane Waning Flower Moon
I like the idea of a hobby as an Old World falcon, that is, engaging the world with grace and speed, stooping now and then to pluck a prize from the earth below then returning to some nest high and remote to enjoy it.
Whoa. Worked out last night at the new, amped up level, after advice given to me by an exercise physiologist. My polar tech watch which monitors my heart rate began to fade so I didn’t have a reliable way of checking my heart rate. Guess I overworked myself because when I finished dizziness hit me and nausea soon followed. Kate was home last night so she took care of me, eventually giving me a tab of my anti-nausea med. That calmed things down, but didn’t put me right. So I went to bed early. Even this morning my stomach was sore, like someone had removed it and wrung it out like a dish rag. Kate says I may have too little fluid during the day yesterday combined with salty foods. Combined with the more vigorous workout it upset my body’s homeostasis. It put me temporarily in the same place as the benign positional vertigo. No fun. No fun at all.
Lunch today with Paul Strickland. He still doesn’t know for sure why his hemoglobin levels dropped so far. He had a five-hour iron infusion last week and his color is better as are other symptoms. We talked about his and Sarah’s place in Maine which has the possibility of a large LNG port being created nearby. This is Eastport, Maine, roughly, and borders Canada, so the Canadian government has a voice as well as environmental groups. Sounds horrific, an example of big corporate power taking on a relatively weak local government. Bastards.
More sleep after. I have returned to near normal but I’m going to skip the workout tonight just to be sure.
At 6:00 pm I’m going to my first meeting of the Minnesota Hobby Beekeeper’s Association. It raises an interesting question for me about the difference between a hobby and an avocation.
The first two definitions here are of the word hobby:
: a small Old World falcon (Falco subbuteo) that is dark blue above and white below with dark streaking on the breast
: a pursuit outside one’s regular occupation engaged in especially for relaxation