Monday stuff

I’m at the Starbucks on Stadium Avenue in Jonesboro, enjoying my free (in exchange for an empty Starbucks coffee bag) cup of dark roast coffee.

And it confirms my belief that the kids making coffee at the Cafe on the Mile in the St. Bernards fitness facility don’t know what they’re doing. I’ve had a mocha cappuccino and two cups of coffee from their coffee bar that advertises Starbucks coffees. None of them were up to my expectations.

IMHO, the kids working there need a bit more training to be competent baristas.

Maria reminds me that we need butter in addition to the gallon of milk I plan to pick up on the way home.

My goal for the day is to do an oil change on our John Deere LA125 lawn tractor. The blades kick up so much dust that I’m sure we need a new air filter as well, but that will have to wait until later this week.

A milestone for Dora

Dora started the night in her kennel but, after a few minutes of backyard bathroom time about 2:30 a.m., indicated she wanted up onto the bed.

So we decided to give her another chance at sleeping with us, expecting her to grow fidgety after a few minutes and have to be returned to her kennel. She fussed a little, then flopped down next to Maria’s leg and drifted off to sleep. We both woke up at various times during the rest of the night and were pleased to find her still there. She was in the same position when we woke up for good about 8:30 a.m.

We are amazed.

She has achieved at the age of 4.5 months what it took Pete two or three years and which Jack has not yet achieved at two years of age. But Pete and Jack were/are both boys and perhaps a bit more rambunctious. At any rate, she is becoming the sweet velcro dog we hoped she could be.

New roof for the post office

The Brookland Post Office is getting a new roof. The roofing crew tore off the old shingles yesterday and laid down this moisture barrier.

I expect it will look quite difference next time I visit.

Jack and Dora on a Friday morning

Maria and I spent some quality time this morning photographing Jack and Dora as they played in the back yard.

Here’s some of what we got.

Betrayed and abandoned

We’re still waiting for the truth about ATO brother Chris Stevens.

Thursday report

Here I am hanging out in the lounge area at Black River Technical College in Paragould while Maria is in class as part of an entrepreneur course of study.

The air conditioning has crapped out on the Subaru in the midst of this miserable heat wave, so I’ve been chauffeuring Maria in the Lexus. I’ll probably take the Subaru in for service next week and get the AC fixed.

I like the weather her just fine most of the year, but the summers can be brutal with sustained periods of heat indexes of 100+ degrees. We’re supposed to get a cold front through here tonight that will cool things off for a few days.

We hit the St. Bernards fitness facilities again this morning and this time I brought my iPod with my special treadmill playlist which made the half-hour pass remarkably quickly. The right music can be a great energizer, prompting me to exert more, yet suffer less. I won’t go near the treadmill without it from now on.

Even though I burned and mailed the class reunion CDs earlier this week, I revisited some of Maria’s photos from that evening – specifically from when we gathered at the Carroll County Courthouse square for our group photo – and made some HDR images.

That’s me in the turquoise shirt on the far right.

What the headline should have been

The original headline, which I think was the best of the day, screamed, “Bastards!”

I would have preferred something a bit stronger. Like this.

9/11 Budweiser Commercial - AIRED ONLY ONCE

Unacceptable!

On the treadmill

I did another half-hour on the treadmill at the St. Bernards fitness facilities this morning.

Here’s a HDR-ized iPhone panorama I shot after I finished, covering 180 degrees from the treadmill monitor to me and beyond. Kinda reminds me of those WPA murals you used to see in post offices. The Broad Ripple Post Office in Indianapolis comes to mind.

I finally got around to burning the CDs of the Delphi High School Class of 1963 reunion. I sold a bunch of them at the reunion last month and was waiting to see if there would be any late submissions before I finalized the disks. Now all I have to do is create basic instruction sheets, stuff everything into mailers and send them on their way. That will be my task for this afternoon.

De-mystifying HDR

Everything I shoot with my Nikon D200 these days is photographed with the potential to create HDR (High Dynamic Range) images.
An HDR image is a composite of three or more versions of the same image with different exposure values. When I started shooting HDR, I set my camera to make three bracketed frames of my subject on high-speed continuous shooting – one properly exposed (according to the built-in light meter), one underexposed by 2EV (exposure value, aka f-stops), and one overexposed by the same ratio. The overexposed and underexposed frames capture details that are outside the tonal range of a “properly” exposed frame.
When combined with good HDR software – I use Photomatix Pro – you get an image with a much wider range of detail from the deep shadows to the bright cloud-strewn sky.
The problem with shooting multiple frames is that you have to hold the camera perfectly still. Even then, people or things that move create ghost images in your picture.

Here’s an example of ghost images – the cross-traffic in this HDR image of an approaching storm in Crawfordsville, Ind.
But I’d seen HDR images of people and things in motion that were perfectly sharp and came to the realization that I could simulate a variety of EV levels starting with a picture shot in camera RAW.
Most people set their cameras to generate a jpg file for each photo, which is adequate for most purposes. A jpg arbitrarily discards a lot of data that isn’t needed to produce an acceptable photograph.
When you set the camera to shoot RAW, the resulting files contain all of the data the camera is capable of recording, far outside the limited range of a jpg. The result is a substantially larger file – something on the order of 16 megabytes, versus about 5 megabytes for a jpg – that you can manipulate with much greater precision when you import it into Photoshop.

Here’s a RAW image viewed in Photoshop. You can create multiple jpg versions of it at varying EV levels by adjusting the EV settings in the circled box and clicking on Save Image. I typically make five jpgs with settings at –4EV, –2EV, 0EV, +2EV and +4EV.

Then I import those five jpg images into Photomatix Pro, which combines them and their wide range of detail and offers me several choices of HDR effects:

I choose one – in this case it was Surreal 2 – and the program creates a jpg ranging in size from 5 to 11 megabytes that I can open in Photoshop to crop and edit to suit my taste.
If I decide not to go the HDR route with a RAW image, all I have to do is click the Open Copy button at the bottom of the Photoshop window and I get a jpg version of the photo, just as if I had set my camera to shoot jpgs only.
The only drawback to shooting RAW versus jpg is the loss of memory card capacity. But my 16 gigabyte memory card still holds more than 800 RAW images – more than I am likely to shoot at any one time unless I’m shooting a wedding or a similarly protracted event.
The Nikon D200 and subsequent models gives you the option of shooting RAW or jpg, or both – creating a RAW and a jpg version of each picture.

Nooooooo!

Sleeper

Jack and Dora sleep in their kennels in our bedroom – an arrangement dictated by the fact that they occasionally have to go outside in the middle of the night to answer nature’s call.

Their predecessors, Ruthie and Pete, occasionally slept on the bed with us.

Back when I was deeply involved with the Transcendental Meditation program, I heard Maharishi Mahesh Yogi say we shouldn’t allow pets in the bedroom when we slept because they drew energy from us. That made sense to me and I followed that advice for decades. Until Ruthie showed up.

I’m sure Maharishi was right, but I love my dogs enough to not mind sharing my energy.

There is something loving and comforting about having a dog snuggle up against your legs while you sleep. The last time I felt it was the night before Pete died. He was terminally ill and had to be helped up onto the bed, but I think he was grateful to be close to us just one more time. Some nights I imagine I can still feel him pressed up against my lower legs. Pete was a good bed sleeper. Once he flopped down, he never moved or shifted until morning. It was like sleeping with a 40 pound sack of water softener salt.

Jack is too hyper to sleep on the bed with us. Now that he’s had his second birthday and has assumed the responsibility for helping to raise Dora, he’s calmed down a bit, but he has a ways to go.

Dora, however, is showing great potential for being a bed sleeper.

Both dogs stirred in their kennels about 2:30 a.m. today and I let them out to do their business in the back yard.

Jack is often reluctant to come back in, wanting to stay out and play, but Dora trots in as soon as I open the back door. This morning, she ran back into the bedroom and pawed the bed, signaling that she wanted up.

I set her on the bed and, after greeting Maria, she plopped down as if to stay awhile.

We let her remain, speaking softly and petting her. I think she dozed off a couple of times, but came wide awake when she heard Jack barking at some real or imagined threat outside the fence.

I returned her to her kennel and brought Jack back inside to his crate, but Maria and I agreed this was a very encouraging sign that Dora wants to snooze with her people.

TCB

Hot weather breaks things, especially things involved with air conditioning.

We knew the air conditioning units atop our downtown office building were an unknown quantity when we bought the building last spring, so it was no great surprise when one of them died last week. And another failed early this week.

Fortunately, we have a reliable plumbing, heating and air conditioning contractor who got right on it and had everything up and running yesterday. And fortunately, Bucksnort Properties LLC, which we created to manage the property had cash reserves to cover the repairs.

We dropped by the building to check on our two tenants this morning and took a dozen donuts to each tenant.

Guard dogs on duty

Maria was photographing some quilts on a clothesline we strung between a couple of trees this afternoon when she turned and saw this.

Greatest Mysteries of WWII: Hitler's Stealth Fighter 720P

Fascinating!
I never knew this aircraft reached the test flight level of development.

A wistful hope realized

This is a scene I’ve been thinking about since the St. Bernards Health & Wellness facilities opened two years ago – cruising down on my bike for a morning workout, coffee and Wifi.

Something always got in the way – lack of time, perceived lack of money, inertia…

No more. We signed up Sunday and are now members with access to all of the fitness equipment and amenities.

The heat wave has backed off about 10 degrees and the weather was perfect this morning for a ride into town to run errands and hit the fitness joint. And I even got the primo parking space right by the front door.

Morning hot tub and coffee

I’m sipping coffee in the St. Bernards Health & Wellness Institute’s cafe, having had a soak in the saltwater hot tub.
Maria had an early class this morning, so I rode the K75S to the post office and then down to Academy Sports where I made the happy discovery that some of their men’s swimwear was on sale for half price. I picked a $9.99 pair of swimming trunks that I can live with and ended up paying $5.43.
I swung by our downtown office property where I found the air conditioning guys had been up on the roof for about two hours working on the AC unit that failed yesterday. The fact that they were still working leads me to hope it’s fixable. We’re already committed to replacing another unit that failed last week at a cost of about $2,500.
I was impressed to discover the locker room amenities here include a wall-mounted machine that wrings out your swimsuit for you. Then it goes into a plastic bag, like the tear-off bags in the produce section of the supermarket, only larger, so the rest of the stuff in your gym bag stays dry. These folks have thought of everything.
It also occurred to me that I could leave my jacket and bag in the locker, rather than drag them around the cafe. I think I’m going to enjoy this place.

Here we go

At the urging of our neighbors, we signed up yesterday for a one-year membership at the St. Bernards Health & Wellness Institute.

That’s a fancy name for a pretty deluxe health club with state-of-the-art equipment, a couple of salt water pools and a salt water hot tub.

We still need an assessment by one of the fitness trainers, so we just kind of played with the equipment this afternoon.

After a frustrating 10 minutes trying to get a treadmill to go faster than 1 mph, I turned to the PrecorSelectorized Strength Equipment – an array of exercise machines designed to work specific muscle groups.

Back in the early 1980s when I worked at the downtown offices of The Indianapolis News, I joined a health club where I spent my lunch hours working out on Nautilus equipment. I was dedicated to my routine and ended up being able to use the full weight stack on most of the machines. I was, as you might suppose, in the best shape of my life.

Then the club closed and our memberships were transferred to a club in a shopping center across 16th Street from the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, which was impossible for me to use on my lunch hour. I went a few times in the evenings, but it was a hassle and I quit.

I’ve joined other clubs in Indianapolis, Carmel and Crawfordsville over the years, but never got a habit of exercise going well enough to benefit from them. Some oversold their memberships to the point where I had to wait to use machines, which was maddeningly frustrating and led to finding excuses not to go.

The Jonesboro facility seems sufficiently well-equipped enough that congestion may not be a problem. What I want is a trainer-structured routine that I can go through without interruption.

I’m sure our doctor was pleased when the St. Bernards folks checked with him to get him to sign off on our participation. He’s been nagging me about this sort of thing for years.

So, today I just familiarized myself with the Precor machines and reverted to my Nautilus training: Set what looks like a reasonable weight and do at least 8 reps and no more than 12 reps.

I love the keyless lockers that let you set your own 4-digit code, the showers are nicely appointed with bath gel, shampoo and conditioner and there are tons of clean towels.

We hit Academy Sports yesterday morning where I bought a pair of Nike cross-trainer shoes, some shorts and underwear and Maria picked up some shorts. Now I have to go back tomorrow and buy a swimsuit so I can use the pool and hot tub.

At 68, I am mindful that getting fit and staying fit is more important than ever, so it’s critical that I make this work.

Pretty much everything that ails me – hypertension, Type 2 diabetes, etc. is a consequence of being overweight and out of shape. When any luck, we can save our membership fee in no-longer-needed medicine over the coming year.

More from Jack’s birthday party

It was a little bit of a struggle getting Jack to wear his party hat.

But he posed obligingly once it was on.

On the other hand, Dora didn’t like her hat at all.

Dora has other uses for party hats.

Maria and Dora are developing a wonderful bond.