Category: Running Log

april 6/RUN

4.35 miles
minnehaha falls and back
32 degrees / feels like 17

Cold again. Because of the low feels like temp, I overdressed: 2 pairs of tights, long-sleeved shirt, sweatshirt, pullover. Halfway through I ditched the pullover, which was awkward as I struggled to take it off without removing the outer layer.

Tried to stay steady and slow. Chanted in triple berries in my head. Took several walk breaks — not because I was tired, but to take pictures or to record my thoughts or to take off my second layer.

Thought about grids and nets (more on this below) as I ran. Recorded some thoughts on my phone:

recording 1: I’m thinking about grids and the lines and why it matters to me. And I’m thinking about the xy axis and a map and the visual field. And mapping and locating yourself within the known world and how reading is so important to that locating and figuring out how to navigate without that.

recording 2: Thinking more about why nets or grids or that particular way of being located is to be held, to be connected, to be located, to be seen or recognized or have others aware (of you). So not in this free fall. To orient yourself in some way. To not be entirely unmoored. Because as fun as it sounds in theory to be untethered and unlimited by these restrictions, physically it does not feel good. Dizzy, disoriented, nauseated (sometimes). A slow, growing anxiety.

This last bit about the ill effects of being unmoored was inspired by how I felt as I started my run. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but I did feel a little dizzy and disconnected from the path, unable to clearly see what was ahead of me. I wasn’t blind to the trail or anyone on it. I was disoriented and anything I saw was vague and barely formed. This way of seeing unsettled me; it also made everything feel dreamy and not real or unreal or surreal. By the end of the first mile, it had dissipated somewhat.

So, why the Amsler grid? First, the obvious: it’s a vision test and I am writing around (and through) vision tests in much of my vision/visual poetry. Another explanation: it represents a mapping, a locating, a connecting to the known world (where known partly = “normal”/medical understandings and models of seeing). Also, it is a reference point from and a starting point that readers can understand (a place of common ground, a concrete and easily expressed and understandable model and map for blind spots in central vision/visual field).

grids / nets

I was planning to study worms and bugs for my April challenge, but that will have to wait. This month is about grids and nets and matrices. I chose this topic because I want to dig deeper into the grid and what role it plays in my Holes series, and also because of a series of pieces that AMP pointed out to me at MIA (Minneapolis Institute of Arts):

text: Charles Gaines Numbers and Trees: Tiergarten Series 3: Tree #1, #2, #4, #6
Charles Gaines / Numbers and Trees

I found a book from one of his exhibits and requested it from the local library. When I get it, I’ll discuss the grids more. (I also plan to return to MIA soon to study the pieces more closely). Here’s one photo of them that I particularly like of me, FWA, and RJP, who is talking with her hands in a way that I love.

3 people -- a son, a daughter, their mother -- stand in front of a series of trees. The daughter gestures with her hands.
3 people looking at art, 2 of them talking about it, one with her hands

. Heading out for my run this morning, I wanted to notice grids. A few minutes later, all I could think about was the twisted/bent fence at the falls that I noticed last Thursday. I regretted not stopping to take a picture of it then, so I took several today. Here are 2:

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Remembering this crooked fence and then taking pictures of it, inspired me to expand my grid/net/matrix month to fences too — this fence + chainlink fences. Things that contain, orient, map, frame.

To start this grid exploration, some research on the Amsler Grid. Have I done any research about it in past years? Not that I can find!

Amsler Grid

The Amsler grid, used since 1945, is a grid of horizontal and vertical lines used to monitor a person’s central visual field. The grid was developed by Marc Amsler, a Swiss ophthalmologist. It is a diagnostic tool that aids in the detection of visual disturbances caused by changes in the retina, particularly the macula (e.g. macular degeneration, Epiretinal membrane), as well as the optic nerve and the visual pathway to the brain. An Amsler grid can show defects in the central 20 degrees of the visual field.

In the test, the person looks with each eye separately at the small dot in the center of the grid. Patients with macular disease may see wavy lines or some lines may be missing. . . .

Wikipedia Entry

and:

Although originally intended for use in clinical settings, the Amsler grid has proven highly adaptable for home monitoring. Its portability and ease of use enable patients to participate actively in the management of their ocular health, allowing earlier detection of disease progression and more timely medical intervention.

the Amsler Grid in Everyday Practice

This idea of it being for use at home connects to my desire to use whatever materials and words I can find around me for this Holes series. There’s more there, I think.

I’d like to spend a few minutes (maybe later today or tomorrow morning) writing more about lines and grids and mapping and why it’s important to me, both in this series and in my understanding/description of my vision loss.

While looking for more on Amsler and the grid, I found out about Edward Munch and his vision loss at 60. As he was experiencing it, he drew a series of sketches/paintings, some with grid lines, some annotating the strange ways he saw. Very cool. Here’s more about it from a exhibit at the Tate. Is there a book for the exhibit and could it be at my local library? Yes! I just requested it.

april 5/HIKE

60 minutes
Minnehaha Off Leash Dog Park
40 degrees / sun

note: writing this entry on monday (6 april) morning because I was busy yesterday talking non-stop with my wonderful older sister who was visiting.

A wonderful hike through the dog park with FWA, AMP, and Delia. It was cool but felt much warmer with all the sun. More than once, I took a deep breath, sighed, and said, this feels so good — to be outside here, now! Delia was in her element, and so was I: hiking on a wide and open trail with people I love, having great conversations about storytelling and trees and other things I can’t remember.

overheard: a tween protesting to an older sister or mother or some adult — I really didn’t MEAN to reference 6 7! The older sister’s response — oh yes you did!

10 Things

  1. a pileated woodpecker calling out several times and in several different spots
  2. a few stretches of goopy mud with footprints
  3. a dalmatian — long and lean with bright white fur and dark spots
  4. a distant knocking of a woodpecker on some dead wood
  5. a woman, frazzled, calling out for her dog — Tubby or Toby or Trouble? (I couldn’t quite hear the name, even though she called it at least a half a dozen times)
  6. another dog’s name: Lola
  7. a tree graveyard — barren: mud/dirt, a few tall trunks with no branches or bark, half-sheared
  8. trying (and just barely succeeding) to locate Delia’s poop so I could pick it up
  9. a contrast in textures: first firm mud then hard dirt studded with rocks then loose, soft sand
  10. a full parking lot on Easter Sunday

Dalmatian: I mentioned to AMP that the concentration of melanin in a dalmatian’s spots can often cause hearing loss. I looked it up on a past log entry and discovered that I was approximately/almost right but also wrong:

Interesting fact from Scott and Mental Floss: 30% of all Dalmatians are deaf:

Around 30 percent of all Dalmatians are inflicted with deafness as a result of their spotted markings. Breeding dogs with this coat can lead to a lack of mature melanocytes (melanin producing cells) in the inner ear. Without these, dogs can become hard of hearing. Dogs with larger patches of black are less likely to be deaf. 

10 oct 2020

It was a wonderful sister visit. I was able to show my Holes series to AMP, who is an amazing visual artist, and get some helpful and exciting feedback. So many new experiments to try with layers and different types of paper. We talked a lot about the Amsler Grid. She suggested trying out graph paper or making my own graph paper by copying and enlarging my handmade grid, made on a loom with thread. Also: plastic sheeting — I like plastic sheeting because I have often described feeling like I’m seeing/experiencing the world through a plastic bag or bubble. And: stencils for the circles, which would make the tracing part easier. Oh — and she mentioned using something other than canvas for the backing because pins would not be stable. Wood was one of her suggestions — I could learn to cut my own wood (I know I could do it even with my bad vision, but would I want to?) and drill into it.

A thought: there is something significant about my reliance on found materials for this project. I’m taking the words from old New Yorker articles. I’m using my kids’ old craft materials — markers, pencils, glue sticks, yarn — and various things around the house for circles — a penny, dime, nickel, quarter, candle cap, 2 pill bottle caps (including the cap from my lexapro). My grid is made from old cardboard (a shoebox from my running shoes). I like the idea of making these found materials as part of the form/limits.

Crayons! I just remembered another thing my sister said. Crayons are fun to work with. She said a lot of stuff that I wish I could remember; here’s one thing I did: you can create thick layers with crayons that you can scrap off with a knife or a sharp edge or something. I would love to find a use for the ridiculously big bin of crayons we have in the basement.

A reminder: AMP reminded me that not all of the ideas might work in this series, but I can save them for other projects. A refrain to apply to any new idea/experiment: does it serve the message I am trying to convey? What is that message? More on that in the next post and after my Monday run!

april 2/RUN

4.45 miles
minnehaha falls and back
35 degrees / steady drizzle

The forecast, rain all day, but when I looked out my window it didn’t seem too bad. No ice, above freezing, so I decided to go for a run, which was an excellent decision. I was bundled up and barely felt the rain — well, I guess I felt my soaked socks and cold legs (through my running tights), but I didn’t care. It was wonderful to be outside, mostly alone, only a few other walkers and runners joining me.

Because of the rain, I was wearing an old pair of Saucony’s (3 or more years old?) and didn’t run too fast. That helped me stay relaxed and able to keep going for longer. Maybe I should train some more in these shoes and save my new ones for faster runs, races, and until I’m trained up to run longer?Everything was wet. My favorite wet thing was the slick mirror Godfrey Boulevard made from the rain and new asphalt. Very cool! I saw my running self, trees, and sky and I thought about the upside down world where they all lived.

10 Things

  1. the creek water falling fast over the limestone ledge on the bridge at the top of the falls
  2. the deep puddle I stepped in that I thought was only a reflection of light on the trail
  3. drip drip drip of water off the brim of my cap
  4. taking off my hood, folding the flaps of my hat, and hearing the steady patter of rain
  5. in through the nose 2 3 / out through the mouth 2 — 123/12
  6. a steady, almost invisible rain with the occasional big drop — plain rain or freezing rain?
  7. the lid of the toilet in the porta potty was wedged behind a bar and couldn’t be closed
  8. empty benches / mostly empty parking lots
  9. bright headlights cutting through the trees on the other side of the ravine
  10. running by the Horace Cleveland Overlook parking lot and seeing an animal care truck (another name for animal control?) — is there a wolf or a coyote or a bear in the gorge — it’s always possible; they’ve all been spotted before

worms after the rain

It’s raining now, but sometime later today or tomorrow or the next day, it will stop and the worms will appear on the sidewalk. Here’s a poem I found about those worms:

Advice/ Dan Gerber

You know how, after it rains,
my father told me one August afternoon
when I struggled with something
hurtful my best friend had said,
how worms come out and
crawl all over the sidewalk
and it stays a big mess
a long time after it’s over
if you step on them?

Leave them alone,
he went on to say,
after clearing his throat,
and when the rain stops,
they crawl back into the ground.

april 1/REST

It would have been nice to run today because it is supposed to rain and snow for the next few days, but my IT band hurt in the middle of the night, making sleeping more difficult, so I’m taking a break today.

A new monthly challenge: Worms / Bugs

After a month of only experimenting with Holes, I’d like to add in a monthly challenge: worms/bugs. This challenge is inspired by a few things:

1

Last week, standing on the deck and enjoying the warming weather while Delia did her final pee of the night (what we call the “final hurrah”) I started hearing this strange noise. It sounded like rain, but it wasn’t raining. Lots of somethings crawling, all over the yard. Could it be mice? I tried staring, but couldn’t see anything but dead leaves. Whatever it was, it sounded like it was right by me. I felt like Harry Potter spotting Peter Petigrew’s moving footsteps on the Marauder’s Map but not seeing him — except I wasn’t seeing anything, just hearing it. The next week, I heard it again and managed to convince Scott to come out and listen too. And, he heard it, and was as freaked out about it as I was! If it had only been me who heard it, Scott and the kids might have dismissed it as “Sara doing Sara things” (where doing Sara things = seeing things very strangely/fantastically/improbably or impossibly).1 But he heard it and did what he does when he can’t explain it: he asked Facebook. The answer: earthworms. Of course! We didn’t rake up any of our leaves last fall (on the advice of Minneapolis Parks or Friends of the Mississippi River) and the earthworms were making those leaves rustle as they moved through them. Instead of being grossed out, I find this realization delightful and delightfully freaky. Such a strange experience to hear the dirt/leaves/grass alive all around us!

2

I might not have thought to devote a month to worms if I hadn’t also picked up a book at the library 2 days ago that has an entire chapter on Bugs. In Sea of Grass, two environmental reporters write about the prairie — land that looks barren but is teeming with life. The book has a LOT of words (too many for my bad vision?), but it looks interesting. Without a way to focus, like a particular challenge to study bugs/worms, attempting to take on this book would be too overwhelming for me. So, I’ll start this month with bugs and Sea of Grass.

3

I didn’t think of this third inspiration until I started writing this entry: what living things do you often find in holes? Rabbits, of course, but also Bugs! and Worms!2

Bugs Bunny — writing this last sentence and putting rabbits and bugs together reminded me of Bugs Bunny. Why is he named Bugs? I looked it up: he’s named for the character’s initial director: Ben “Bugs” Hardaway (wikipedia).

In addition to reading the bugs chapter, I can imagine studying: some great worm and bug poems; the idea of light as an insect; Socrates philosopher as gadfly/pest; rereading Kafka’s Metamorphosis; more on monarchs.

holes

Oh, the fiddle and faddle of it all! Almost too much for me, I think. The stringing of the loom with thread, I mean. RJP and I went to Michaels and got a few supplies: more thread, a sharper box cutter, pins, and (RJP’s suggestion) some canvases to put the poems on so I can use pins to connect the words of the poem with thread.

This afternoon, I measured and cut out a 4.5 x 4.5 loom and glued a 4 x 4 grid on it. Then I threaded the loom — very tiring! I think I need a bigger square, ideally more hefty than card stock, but less bulky than regular cardboard — a shoe box. And, I need to make the slats for the thread deeper and more consistently cut. My cuts weren’t the greatest because I struggled to work with the box cutter on the cardboard. More practiced, I hope, will make it easier. Maybe I should also try practicing differently: not threading an entire loom, but experimenting with a few cuts first?

  1. I’ve been hearing this phrase, “X doing X things” a lot in reference to superstar endurance athletes being awesome — like when Taylor Knibb dominates a middle distance triathlon by ripping on the bike course and the announcer says, that’s just Taylor doing Taylor things, and I’ve been wondering how I might apply it to myself. I think it works here. I don’t see my Sara-way-of-seeing as bad; I like being strange and improbable! Could that be the title of a chapbook or full collection: Sara Doing Sara Things? Another phrase I’ve been hearing a lot on podcasts and race commentary in running and triathlon is: give her her flowers or he hasn’t gotten his flowers or they deserve their flowers. It’s a reference to the practice of giving a bouquet of flowers to someone after their concert or play or some sort of performance — they also give flowers to the winners of track races in the Diamond League ↩︎
  2. Hearing Scott’s um, actually in my head, I’ll add that I understand that bugs/insects and worms are not the same thing and that worms are not bugs. Maybe a better way to name this challenge is “creepy crawling things below the ground or near the ground”? ↩︎

march 31/RUN

4.25 miles
river road, north/south
45 degrees

Overdressed. When I checked the temp, it read 45 but feels like 34 so I added a layer, which was a mistake. Lots of dripping sweat and a flushed face. My goal today was to try and take it easy with a steady 10 minute pace. I was mostly steady, but ran faster than that. I need to figure out how to slow down again; my new shoes make me want to run faster than I can sustain for long runs.

I chanted in triple berries to keep steady and to lose track of words and ideas: strawberry/blueberry/raspberry. It worked. I don’t remember what I thought about.

For some of the run, it felt hard to keep going and for some of it, it was easy. I think it’s time to experiment more with ways to distract myself — or to lead my mind in directions other than, this is hard, I can’t keep going, when can I stop?

overheard: I think I heard something at the beginning of the run that I wanted to remember but I lost it when I started chanting in triples. I do remember hearing something at the end: Two women walking, one to the other — it feels so good to have the sun on my face!

10 Things

  1. a speedy runner in white down below, on the winchell trail — beside me, then ahead of me, then gone
  2. soft, shimmering shadows
  3. a LOUD siren coming from behind, then an ambulance speeding by on the river road
  4. empty benches
  5. the view from the sliding bench: uncluttered, the sands gleaming so white that it looked like snow
  6. soft, dry dirt — no more mud
  7. one car then another then another passing by on the river road
  8. dried flowers hanging from the pink sign reading, Someone was taken by ICE here
  9. a slower biker riding on the grass between the river road and seabury
  10. the chain is still strung across the top step of the old stone steps, blocking the way down to the river

holes

Arts and crafts fun. This morning I did a test run of a yarn grid for Holes 1. A 9 x 9 square of cardboard with 1/2 inch slits all around. A long piece of blue yarn1 which I wound through the slits. A poem under the yarn grid: circles/dark holes encasing the words: off center era.

Assessment:

  • I need an exact-o knife for more precise cuts
  • the blue yarn is too thick and makes it impossible to read; try dark thread instead
  • make sure that the thread is long enough before starting to wrap it around the notches
  • follow this order: cut notches, place/attach (glue?) poem to cardboard, make sure the thread is long enough then wind it around
  • question: if I’m using thread, can I use a thinner frame, like cardstock instead of cardboard?

Here’s a picture of my test poem — should I call it, “(i’m in my)”?

a blue grid over found text, a black dot in the center then three dots scattered around it reading "off center era"
(in my) off center era

Okay, I tried it with thread and it works better, I think, but I need to be neater with it. Although, I do like the color of the blue. . . . For the larger Holes series, I need the black thread. In Holes 1, the Amsler Grid is straight, but by Holes 3, the lines will be much more crooked and warped. Black thread is much more effective for this warping.

(in my) off center era

A few more thoughts: It looks like I’ll need to take the circle-encased words and place them over the grid to be legible — the easiest way to do that is with the words as cut-outs, although I could also try weaving the thread under them (but that sounds difficult and beyond my limited skill and ability as “barely not blind.” Also, more thread is needed for back-up. And, should I create a frame around the holes poem that covers the ends? It could be a basic frame, either purchased or made, but I like the idea of creating some texture and/or a collage — maybe the black mesh fabric I bought, or ___? It needs to be something related to the holes poems and the act of reading? I’ll keep thinking about it. Would it work to have the words of the found poem on the frame?

update from yesterday’s post

First, yesterday I mentioned a discussion of three types of freedom that I was having with FWA at the dog park: I was looking for my PhD advisor’s book that discusses it. I can’t find my copy yet, but I found it online:

Second, yesterday I also mentioned that I was picking up 2 books from the library: Sea of Grass: the Conquest, Ruin, and Redemption of the American Prairie and a found poem collection by Annie Dillard, Morning Like This. More on both of these tomorrow.

  1. Finding a long enough strand of yarn took at least 3 tries. I thought I had a long enough strand then it would run out half way through and I would have to unravel what I had already done. Something important to remember for the official grid: make sure the yarn/string/thread is long enough before you begin! ↩︎

march 30/HIKEWALK

1 hour
Minnehaha Off Leash Dog Park
60 degrees

A walk with Delia and FWA at the dog park. So wonderful! At some point during the walk I thought about how I’m going to remember these walks. I used to love walking and talking with my mom in the woods. Now I get to do it with Delia and FWA. Today we talked more about One Piece, both the anime and live-action version. FWA convinced Scott and I to watch it and we’re both really enjoying it. We’ve swapped out Love Boat and Little House on the Prairie for One Piece and the survival show, Alone.

The floodplain forest in early spring looks like a tree graveyard. There are dead trees in varying levels of decay everywhere. Dead trees leaning on living trees. Branchless trunks. Giant trees on their sides, some with their nest of roots exposed, others with most of their bark stripped, gleaming white. FWA and I talked about what it will look and feel like once the living trees have leaves again. We agreed that we will like it less because it will feel too hemmed in.

This feeling of being hemmed in, and less free, led to a discussion of freedom. FWA mentioned freedom from and freedom to and I tried (not quite successfully) to recall my PhD advisor’s class on different types of freedom: negative freedom (freedom from), positive freedom (freedom to) and a freedom related to social welfare — what is this third freedom called? I’ll have to look it up in her book tomorrow.

walk: 2+ miles
to Arbeiter
73 degrees

I had to pick up 2 books at the library (more on that tomorrow), so Scott and I decided to walk to the library and then over to Arbeiter. Since I’m taking a break from alcohol, I tried their NA beer, which was really good. In my 20s, I was incredulous that anyone would drink a non-alcoholic beer — why bother? But now, in my 50s, I’m more open-minded. I suppose the NA beers have gotten better since then, so it’s easier to be open-minded.

holes

I have decided that my Holes series has reached the status of obsession, which is exciting and fun and uncomfortable as I wonder if it’s all too much. I think the discomfort is good for me; I’ve been trying to not be too much for too long.

This morning, I finished drawing the Amsler grid over the mapped poem in Holes 1. I don’t like it drawn on; with my bad vision, it is too sloppy. A new thought, which is really an old thought that keeps returning: create a grid with string or thin yarn and put it over the mapped poem. Make a frame out of cardboard with notches for the string, like I did in elementary art class — what are those called? In addition to that grid, add string lines linking the words and making the poem. Use the string grid to attach these extra strings, or pins or __ ?

The center of an Amsler Grid has a dot; it’s the dot you focus on you look at the lines. As I was drawing my grid’s dot onto the poem, I realized that it (the dot) could be the reason why I’m using circles to encase my words. Of course, I am also using them because they are easy for me to trace. I like the idea of that center dot, which I can sometimes see and sometimes can’t, as haunting my reading and the words.

Yesterday, talking to Scott about this project I said, with my bad vision and lack of drawing/design skills, I have no business trying to make these poems and yet, I can’t stop myself. When I first started writing poetry, I had no business doing that either, and I kept going because I loved it.

Put that last thought beside another conversation I had with Scott a few days earlier. I was asking him what he thought about some lines I had drawn — do they look okay? do they make sense? He said something like, why aren’t you trusting yourself? You don’t need me to tell you whether they work or not.

There are some things I do with confidence and without consulting others — swimming, my running/writing practice. And there are many other things I don’t. Perhaps the ratio between not consulting/consulting is out of balance. I need to trust/rely on myself a bit more. A flash: it seems important to figure out this Hole project on my own. To create it without the help of others. If, because of my bad vision, I can’t execute some part of my plan with these Holes, then I need to figure out a new way to do whatever I’m trying to do.

A cardboard loom?! I searched, “weaving elementary craft weaving cardboard” and I found this YouTube video, Basic Weaving on a cardboard loom. I think that is what I was thinking about!

a return to art class in elementary school!

I hadn’t thought of it was a loom, although it makes sense — the lines on the amsler grid are the warp and the weft. I love this idea of connecting it to weaving and looms and my mom, the fiber artist! In the video, the instructor uses a full piece of cardboard, but I’m thinking of using just a frame instead.

march 29/RUN

3.6 miles
bottom of locks and dam
60 degrees

Not the easiest run: stomach cramps from gas, perhaps the result of my increased fiber and iron. Miles 1 and 2 were mostly okay, but mile 3 was difficult and included several walk breaks. Other than that, a beautiful afternoon for a run. I wore shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Spring! It will get cold again this week, and it might even snow1 a little, but the warm weather will return and melt everything quickly. Hooray!

10 Things

  1. voices rising up from deep in the gorge
  2. empty benches — even in this beautiful weather?
  3. a runner behind me — the voice from their running app calling out, you have completed 13 kilometers. I almost turned around and called out, nice word!
  4. several bikers passing by FAST!
  5. loud noise — music, voices — near the ford bridge. was it nearby or were the noises travel far on the wind?
  6. the soft shadows of branches, the rounded shadow of the streetlamp light
  7. bikers biking down the wabun hill then turning to go down the locks and dam hill — a minute later, they slowly climbed both hills — it looked like they might not have known where they were going and made a mistake as opposed to using the hills for training
  8. fee bee fee bee
  9. every bit of the snow, even the little mounds that were piled in the corners has melted
  10. running a short stretch of the winchell trail, covered in leaves and shadows

holes

Today I’m redoing Holes 1. Orginally, each of the holes encasing the words of the poem were in the shape of my blind spot. I’ve decided to make them circles instead, with one big blind spot in the center. I briefly thought about making each of them the shape of the inner hole of my blind spot — which is currently a blind doughnut, with a small, still functioning center — but that doesn’t seem to work visually. Plus, when I stare at the wall for a moment I might see the blind spot in a form that I can trace, but my experience of the blind spot isn’t that straightforward. Sometimes I see the hint of dark loops encircling the words. Sometimes everything is just fuzzy or unfocused. I’m wondering if I can represent that by making the shaded in circles look softer and less defined, and messy, rough. Or maybe I should try a series of dark rings on some of them?

  1. When I wrote this sentence, in the mid-afternoon, there was a chance of 1/2 inch of snow. Now, finishing this entry the next morning, the forecast (on Apple weather) is predicting 1-2 inches on Wednesday, 5-6 on thursday and 2-4 on sunday, ↩︎

march 28/RUN

4 miles
river road, south/wabun/bottom of locks/river road, north
38 degrees / feels like 22
wind: 15 mph / gusts: 32 mph

Another windy run. Cold-ish, too. Wore running tights, shorts, 2 long-sleeved shirts, a pull-over, a hat, a hood, gloves. I didn’t feel overheated until the end. Lots of cars on the road, not that many people on the trail. Are they all going to the No Kings March at the capitol? I (kind of) wanted to go, but big crowds are not the easiest for me and Scott, RJP, and FWA struggle in them too, so I’m skipping it.

According to my watch, I slept for 7 hours and 21 minutes last night. That is a lot for me! And, my sleep score1 was 77. I think it helped me to feel stronger on the run.

10 Things

  1. reaching the top of the wabun hill, I heard the clanging of the bell — is there a bell up here? no — it was a kid banging on something at the playground
  2. wild turkeys — 4 or 5 of them, under the ford bridge! I passed close by them as I ran up the wabun hill. By the time I return back down the hill, they were gone
  3. goose honks near the bottom of the locks and dam no. 1
  4. swirling leaves
  5. the round shadow of the light on the street lamp
  6. more scales on the gray water
  7. chanting in triple berries to keep a steady pace
  8. running on the rim of the bluff, looking down at the winchell trail which was empty and farther down than I usually remember
  9. at the top of the wabun hill, stopping to look through the chain link fence at the river
  10. a boot, stuck on a stalk on the boulevard of matt the cat’s house
serve and a boot / the pink sign near the far house says, “someone was abducted by ICE here.”

The abduction by ICE happened early on, between the murders of Renee Good and Alex Pretti. Two people were pulled from their car and taken; the car was left by the side of the road.

In addition to this boot picture, I also took some pictures of the view through the chainlink fence.

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I like this series of pictures. It reminds me a little of how I see. I can see better through my peripheral vision than my central — even when and if I don’t want to. It’s distracting to focus on the edge details sometimes, and it makes what’s in the center look even fuzzier to me. In thinking about my Holes series, does this happen at all when I’m reading? Is there a way to connect this fence with the lines in an Amsler Grid? An idea: what if I drew a giant Amsler Grid over the top of the entire, 4 panel, Holes 1 poem?

  1. What does the sleep score mean? I’m less interested in the specifics of it at this point, and more interested in tracking which direction that number is headed. 77, which is only “OK” according to Apple health info, is the highest number I’ve had in the past almost 2 weeks. A goal by May: a number in the 80s. ↩︎

march 27/RUN

5.5 miles
ford loop
35 degrees / feels like 18
wind: 18 mph / gusts: 29 mph

Brr. I was underdressed this morning in only one long-sleeved shirt, a vest, tights, shorts, stocking cap, gloves. It was the wind that made it feel cold. Running north and east it blew into me. It was especially bad on the ford bridge. Even with the wind, a great run. Sun! Shadows! The feeling of spring!

Some of the run was hard, some of it wasn’t. A little bit of unfinished business, legs that were sometimes sore and heavy. Does it have to do with the iron pill I’m taking? I am not anemic, but on the very low end of ferritin stores — and have been for 4 or more years now — so I’m getting serious with trying to increase my iron. A pill everyday, first thing in the morning with a grapefruit. No coffee or other food for at least an hour. Hopefully my ferritin will increase a lot so I don’t have to get an expensive iron infusion. And hopefully that increased ferritin will make it easier for me to run longer because Scott and I signed up for the marathon in October again!

10 Things

  1. a siren — off in the distance, then closer, closer, then almost right behind me, then stopped — the closer it got, the more distorted the siren became — I wonder who/what needed this emergency truck?
  2. a dirt trail behind a bench and railing at the bottom of the summit hill that led to a delightfully open view of the river and the west bank
  3. running over the lake street bridge, wind on water, a scaled surface, gray
  4. bright blue sky with a few puffy clouds
  5. an almost full parking lot at the monument, only 2 spots open
  6. several groups of walkers with dogs, some emerging from the trails below the bluff, some entering them
  7. the wind on the ford bridge! slow and steady, squaring my shoulders and leaning into it
  8. goose honks under the ford bridge
  9. empty benches
  10. an interesting image of vine on the neighbor’s fence
fence / 27 march

holes

Yesterday I watched the clip with the caterpillar from Disney’s Alice in Wonderland and I started thinking more about language and letters and our relationship with words and meaning through reading.

O u e i o A

The scene begins with Alice peering through the leaves at a caterpillar smoking a pipe and singing the vowels. The vowels — the building blocks of language — is this cellular level of the english language? Taken on their own, apart from words and sentences and paragraphs, the vowels aren’t non-sense, but they offer very little sense. I found an old stencil of the alphabet that I inherited from my mom in a drawer yesterday. Could I stencil in the vowels in a way that didn’t look cheesy or ridiculous? I’m not sure.

A thought while I was running: I’m in the process of editing my poems, which involves erasing holes that contain words that I’m no longer using. What if those erased words, those ghosts, remained as traces, haunting the page? Almost like an after image? I’ve noticed that after staring at these dark holes on the page, they start to move around and appear in places they aren’t. (writing that last sentence, I’m reminded of Alice’s nonsense speech to her cat: nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t

A deconstructed amsler grid: an Amsler grid has 38 lines, not including the frame. I decided to use pieces of dried spaghetti and scatter 38 of them on top of 4 panel poem. I’m not sure what I will use in the final version. Sticks? Lines at strange angles drawn on the paper, over the holes and text? Here’s a picture of it.

holes 5 / wip

I had no plan for where the lines would go, I just dropped the spaghetti wherever — should there be a plan, or is haphazard better? Maybe I scatter the dried spaghetti haphazardly first, then replicate that with thick black lines on the actual poem? The only rules: 38 lines, all the same length.

Ok, I scattered the spaghetti and drew in the lines. Here’s what it looks like:

holes 5 wip 2

I just realized I only added 32 lines. I need to add 6 more. Are the lines dark enough? Does it make sense that they are a deconstructed amsler, or do I need to add in a more explicit reference to that somewhere on the poem?

march 25/RUN

5 miles
highland bridge (old ford plant)
58 degrees

58 degrees?! 58 degrees. Spring is back. Today I wore shorts, a short-sleeved shirt and a pullover that I took off before the end of the second mile. Ran south on the river road, down towards the locks and dam no. 1, up the wabun hill, over the ford bridge, to the edge of highland bridge park and across to the river where it is above the old hydroelectric power plant. As I neared it, I could hear the water rushing over the concrete apron at the locks and dam. The river is low; the sandy island in the middle was exposed.

The birds! Sounding like spring. The river! Sparkling in the sun. The shadows! Both sharp (distinct) and soft (the bare branches almost feathery on the path).

overheard: one biker to another — he’s between jobs right now. No contracts and no money coming in.

Is it because it’s warm, or because I started just a little too fast, but the second half of the run was hard(er). Took some breaks to admire the view. On the St. Paul side, I noticed a sticker on the fence that looked like the head of the “Hanker for a Hunka Cheese” guy:

“Time for Timer”

holes

Worked on Holes 5 today, mostly mapping the words on the page. Here’s a draft of the text:

A hole perspective
life on the way to Disney’s wonder land

I fall through the center
of a book

everything on the page
at strange angles
separated from each other
in the firelit room*

a “what is this?” feeling starts
while watching
text bloom into nonsense

O the beauty of vision
gone mad.

*not sure about this line — I’m thinking of, like in a firelit room, but low light from a fire doesn’t separate words, it softens them, makes them dim so they almost become ghosts of the text they were

holes 5, work in progress