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The warm trend continues. We're expecting twelve degrees today, so I have another day to do bee work. I'm expecting company for supper, but I've have made the soup in advance and have a few more things to prepare. I'll do them early so I have the afternoon free.
The furnace project is on the back burner for now, seeing as I am occupied with outdoor activities.
I went out and exchanged drop boards. Here are today's
For comparison, yesterday's are below.
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Just a quick glance shows lesser drops than the first treatment back on the 4th. That is a good sign we are knocking down the varroa populations.
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It's windy out and somehow my chores filled the morning and ran into the afternoon.
Today would be a great day to be on the beach windsurfing or kiting and I wonder why I am not out doing that, but I'm not. Instead I am here doing chores and buying travel insurance for Thanksgiving in the US and, oh, I bought another boat on the West Coast over the phone. Am I nuts?
In this case, Dawn, the charter booking agent had called to say she has a big booking for one of my boats and mentioned that she really needs a power boat to meet demand. There is one in the fleet, but the owner wants to sell and they may lose it from the fleet. The price she had heard was too high, but I said to have Colin call me with the owners bottom dollar. He did, just now, and It was exactly what i had in mind. The boat is a classic, and in good shape. Of course there are procedures to go through before the deal is done, but I said, "Let's do it."
Now, when it comes to boats I have a full hand. I'll have three boats on the west coast and one in Ontario, plus the pontoon boat, a day sailer and a fraction of a runabout. If the purchase goes through, I'm going to have to discard. I've told my contacts to sell something, soon.
There were six of us here for supper. I served soup, bread, chili, broccoli and cauliflower, with cantaloupe and honeydew melon for dessert. There was lots. I invite and cook for more than actually show sometimes. Who comes depends on what they are doing.
People who have what they want are fond of telling
people who haven't
I have to compress my schedule now, since I have to be on the coast next week for at least a day or two, then be off to California for a few days. The weather continues pleasant enough for outdoor work. Snow is predicted for next Wednesday and Thursday.
Today, I plan to go start the mower, treat the hives that are ready and tidy some more. I have also decided to take the boat out of the basement to get ready for work in that area.
Irwin had been posting pictures of treating for varroa with a device I had not seen before, so I asked him. He says it is the VM Vaporizer and seems to think it is excellent.
Compared to the chemical strips like Apivar and Apistan, this device appears to be faster than inserting and removing strips and far less expensive. Moreover, there is no need to open the hive and search for the correct place to position strips.
From the videos, the VM Vaporizer looks simpler and faster than the other commercial applicators I've seen so far, and the design is such that there is no need to lean over. Also, with the long handle, the operator can stand back and stay upwind of the unit to avoid the fumes, a feature that is lacking in many systems.
At US$3,600 the VM Vaporizer is a bit pricy for the backyard beekeeper, but for larger operators, the cost savings add up quickly. Treating five hundred hives once with strips cost $5,000 or so, and oxalic for 5,00 hives three times would be under $100.
I see that eBay has a multitude of oxalic-related products! (left).
For the home handyman, here is a fairly simple and effective project (right)
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After spending a few hours tidying
I pulled the drop boards again and here are today's drops.
Compare them to yesterday's below
The drops are considerably smaller today. I'll give them one more shot soon and that should do the trick.
I went out and fumigated South of the Hedge (2) -- the ones with drop boards, then the North Yard (3).
I was tired today, but went to the Quonset Yard and stacked up more deadouts and cut more grass, then quit at five and came in for the night.
If a man gives no thought about what is distant, he
will find sorrow near at hand
My weight is not changing much, so I have to assume that my estimates of calories in the foods I eat or my activity level are wrong. I can also see that a day of carelessness has effects that last for days, especially if I drink wine.
I went to bed early last night and slept eight hours, so I am up early. Winds gusting to 60 KPH are predicted for this afternoon, so working outdoors may not be pleasant as the day wears on.
Au contraire. At 1130, there is no wind at all, but the day is dull and uninspiring. I spent the morning downstairs cleaning and reached the point where I don't know what to do next. I have too much stuff, and I don't want or need it all -- most of it, actually. Should I haul it to the dump, have a yard sale, or -- what???
The basement is now approaching the point where it ready for gas line installation. I have cleared access to the areas where work will take place, but I have not completed a plan for locating heaters and vents, and running piping.
I intend to continue with coal until winter and am just about out of fuel. I should to work on the bin auger while it is accessible, before I fill the bin and I need to fill before I go away later this week.
I am feeling bored. I'll go out now to finish this round of fumigating. I really do not feel like it. though. I'm getting a cold sore and I usually feel a bit down when one is coming on.
At this point, I've concluded that these Heilyser evaporators are not the best way to do the job, but they are what I have. They are great for one hive, but with more than two or three, they are not the best. They are awkward and flimsy, but they do last and they do the job.
Tip: do not pack the OA in the pan. If you do, it bubbles and spits.
Considering that I fumigated these hives yesterday, I am not seeing a lot of varroa dropping.
I went out to the Quonset Yard and and fumigated the last eight hives, then did the other eight again, the sixteen live colonies there.
I am now certain there has to be a better way than these Heilyser devices, especially the way I have them wired. They bend and the cords get fouled up, plus I've found the pots boil over when fully loaded. After checking, though, I discovered I was using about five grams, not two, by filling the pot level. was not compacting it, though. Unlike drizzling or spraying OA in syrup, this technique is not dose-critical. Four grams should not be harmful for my doubles and triples, especially as my hives are leaky. I presented dose info here a few days back and again below.
Efficiency from the Oxalic Acid Evaporation in a Different Dosage
Graphic borrowed from Heilyser Technologies
Here is what 2.6 grams looks like in a Heilyser evaporator.
I came in at five and had supper, then watched some video and now I am off to bed early. I thought of working downstairs some more, but decided to save some work for tomorrow.
Since it is still a little early for bed, I decided to read a bit of this diary beginning at January 1st.
I made it about halfway down the first page before I got distracted.
Invention is the mother of necessity.
My task for today is to work downstairs on further tidying and the bin auger. Showers and wind are predicted, but I'll get outdoors for a while when I can.
I still have more hives to work through. I don't think there are more than a few alive, but there is equipment to stack up.
At seven this morning the day is just dawning, with a crack of light in the southeast. The sun will reach only 21 degrees above the horizon today. The days are growing shorter.
I came across a personalized cardiovascular risk assessment incorporating the newest factors that were previously not well understood: red meat, processed meats, fruit juices...
For whatever reason, it seems I cannot get out of this chair before noon. I keep finding projects.
I'm starting to plan Christmas and New Years. It is just six weeks away, now. I rented a condo last year and decided to look into it this year again. It is available, but a week earlier. Without knowing what the weather will be, it is a crapshoot. Although normals are in the comfortable range, extremes in history run down to minus forty!
Last year, the temperatures were ideal, but they can be anywhere from thawing to minus thirty in mid-December. The temperatures in the mountains are always warmer than here on the flatland, but cold is cold. Below minus ten, skiing becomes less pleasant.
Should I go to Ontario to spend Christmas with Mom, or spend it out here? Should I go to Galveston for the North American Bee Convention? Dunno.
Well, then I found I was feeling really tired, so I slept an hour and then went out.
The day had turned gloriously sunny and warm. My thermometer said twenty-three. There was no wind, so I cut some grass and stacked up some boxes.
I worked until dusk and went in. Just as I quit, the mower's oil light came on. I checked the oil. It's clean, but down. The mower has been working hard and also, maybe the oil drain has loosened. I'll top it up tomorrow.
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I have not said much about the US election. Frankly, I was amazed and somewhat disgusted by the 24/7 non-stop coverage and commentary, most of which was and is speculation based on more speculation. In my reading today, I came cross a quote that mirrors my thoughts:
"...The more I look at it, the less (more?) it seems to me that the election results are less about what Trump believes and more about what he represents: a fundamental shattering of an old paradigm. And I'm finding the widespread commentary that this represents some kind of triumph of racism, misogyny, etc. etc., to be superficial and even preposterous. And you know this if you visit with any regular voter.
"What lies in ruins here is not common decency and morality – much less the character of a whole people and nation – but rather an anachronistic, arrogant, entitled, smug, conceited ruling elite and ruling paradigm. You can see this in the clues that show that the vote was not so much for a particular vision of one man, but against a prevailing model of managing the world. Read more...
(Me again) Trump seems to be somewhat of a jerk, but you have to wonder about the internal workings of anybody who would want that job. Fact is that many US presidents have been womanizers, racists, prevaricators and rascals, maybe not as blatantly, but then current obviousness is a sort of honesty in itself.
Anyhow, I don't think the American people have changed. I just think they woke up and are steering away from the grey and soulless future the elites have been marching us to.
I worry about Canada and our child leader who spends like a sailor on leave. It took us twenty years of austerity to recover from the excesses of his father's time in office and his politics almost broke the country in to pieces. He is definitely a feel-good leader, but he seems naive and I fear the hangover.
Enough about politics.
It is a far, far better thing to have a firm anchor
in nonsense than to put out on the troubled sea of thought
I weigh 215.4 this morning, down enough that Fatsecret is alarmed. It's a few days now since my dinner and the glasses of wine and I guess that effect has worn off.
I'm now within striking distance of my August 21 weight of 214.4. which is the lowest I've weighed in nine years. 210 is my short-term target.
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At 0842, it is sunny and pleasant outside and I am tempted to get out and do a few things before the wind comes up and the promised showers materialize. I have scheduled myself to work inside today, however to get the bin ready for the coal and to continue the tidying and planning.
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Adrian wrote a while ago about the 10,000 steps recommendation I mentioned a while back in relation to my cousin's walking five miles a day -- it works out to about 10,000 steps and seemed a bit excessive to me. I also mentioned that 10,000 steps a day is recommended in the talking book I downloaded on Audible, This is Your Do-Over. He suggested I may already be close to that number without really trying.
One weakness in this data, though, is that I don't always carry my phone. Sometimes I set it down for an hour at a time. I've even been known to to go out to work the bees and forget it.
I have not calibrated Fit, but it confirms what Adrian suggested. I don't see myself breaking 10,000 on any recent day, but how accurate is this app? I should check.
Now, I have to check the laundry again for the fourth time today, see if my bee suit is dry and ready, check the mail again, and get another coffee... Oh, yes, I'll make a trip to the furnace room (150 steps) also...
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Well, I just walked 350 steps (or was it 450? I lost count of the hundreds) and Fit still says 1,000 steps. Oh, wait, now it updated and says 1,330.
Hmmmm. That is probably about right. I should give it a more rigourous test.
Here are the drop boards. It has been two days since the last check and I did not clean them since. We can see there is not much dropping any longer. I think one more treatment or maybe two might be wise, but the treatments seem to be doing the trick.
The boards did not photograph well today. One appears to have about 100 mites, the other about twenty-five. These numbers are still high, but include mites killed by the treatment and are not just natural drop. Besides, this is two days' accumulation.
I put the same boards back in again today and intend to count the three-day drop better tomorrow -- with better photos, I hope.
The drop numbers should diminish after a few days as the treatment wears off and we again see only the background natural deaths.
If the daily natural drops remain above ten or so, then we need to keep treating, but Jean-Pierre's chart (below) seems to indicate I should be OK below twenty/day.
September numbers should apply to the fall months, too, because what makes September different from August and preceding months is that brood rearing is reduced greatly and most hives no longer raise drones, thus the varroa are forced out onto adult bees and suddenly seem more numerous than when most can hide in brood.
Fit said 2,204 steps when I was outside, fifty+ steps away from here earlier, so I don't know how often it updates. I'll have to watch it more closely.
I planned to go downstairs, but the weather was nice, so I went outside and mowed weeds. Allowing the grass to grow all summer has encouraged mice and I disturbed quite few.
I also picked up and stacked more deadouts. I have about eight doubles left. Then I got an email that needed attention and I went in and spent a couple of hours dealing with it. I went out again and worked until dusk. Again the forecast proved wrong. The day was mostly warm and calm, with no rain at all.
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Now, at 1827, after supper, Fit says I did just under 6,000 steps. How does Fit know the difference between my walking and my riding the mower? I think it does. 6,000 seems a bit on the low side considering tall the dancing around I did picking up boxes, but maybe Fit is right.
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The whole problem can be stated quite simply by
asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?'
I weigh 213.8 this morning. This is a new low and the change over one day again set off a Fatsecret alarm.
Given that my calorie deficit yesterday was 2333 (estimated and calculated) I have to assume that half the 1-1/2 pound loss simply has to be water.
Regardless, I noticed yesterday that my belt had to be a notch tighter and is as small as it ever has been. So, I am back on track again, and only four pounds from my next target, 210 pounds.
At this rate, I'd be there in three days, but I know better than that. It's a common error to take unusually good progress and extrapolate it into the future. Life does not work that way. If I am disciplined and active, I might get there in a week, but two weeks is more likely.
This drop is unprecedented and, assuming my scale has not suddenly failed, I attribute the drop, partly at least, to eating porridge for breakfast and snacks and to avoiding alcohol.
According to a standard theory that is approximate, to lose one pound requires a calorie deficit of 4 x 3,500 = 14,000. Seeing as my best recent daily deficit (estimated) has been about 2,000, a four pound loss would take seven days -- theoretically.
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At 1120, I walked out to photograph the drop boards. I did that and since they are still fairly clean, put them back in.
It's dull, damp day, but for November, it is lovely. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to the coast, but am not inspired. I have arranged to meet Ruth in Drum, and the doctor's office called arrange an appointment his afternoon.
Here are the boards as of noon today. These boards are the accumulation of three days. I don't see much more drop since yesterday. I'll do a natural drop in a week.
Anyone with more time than I have can count the boards for me, then go back and count the varroa yesterday. Frankly yesterday's photos were poor in comparison. Seems that I get better shots on an overcast day. Less glare.
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I arranged by text to meet Ruth in Drum to pass Zip over to her for the time I am away. Then my phone rang and the doctor's office wanted me to come in for a follow-up to the stress test I did a week ago. I agreed to go at three. I was supposed to meet Ruth then, so set that meeting time to 1630. Then my phone rang again (It never rings) and it was the condo owner with a better offer on the December condo. She could not give me a weather guarantee, so I said I'm still thinking.
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I drove to Three Hills for the appointment which amounted to nothing much, then realised I had forgotten my wallet. I planned to get a mower battery and some fruit in Drum.
I was on my way to Drum by then and Swalwell is only slightly out of the way, so I went home again. I looked for my wallet and could not find it.
So, did I hide it? I could not recall. I managed to find some cash and a credit card and drove to Drum.
I was in the grocery store when my coal trucker texted that the roads were awful and that he could not come tonight. I'm supposed to leave for the coast tomorrow and I am right out of coal. Oh oh!
I went home and searched high and low for my wallet. No luck. Finally, I told myself to remember and sat down to watch some video to take my mind off it. If I do that. Often as not, the answer comes to me, not consciously, but it comes. It did this time, and strangely.
I walked up to the suit and checked the pockets. They were empty, but the suit felt heavy. I checked it over and found my wallet in the bottom of one pant leg. I often do not do the leg zippers up, but yesterday I had. The wallet must have come out of my jeans pocket and fallen down, becoming trapped at the cuff instead of falling to the ground outside somewhere.
How about that?
Google Fit says I walked 8,872 steps today. The goal is 10,000, but I seldom achieve that.
Prosperity is only an instrument to be used, not a
deity to be worshipped.
I'm groggy this morning. In spite of my estimated 8,872 steps and estimated 1,900 calorie deficit yesterday, my weight is up a bit today to 214.2. That is still on trend.
I have a load of coal coming this morning and plan to catch a flight to the coast later on.
I planned to be out of here by ten to catch the mi-day flight, but the truck has not come and I am not ready anyhow. Losing my wallet slowed me down a lot. I'll leave when I am ready.
The coal came at ten and I had a few things to do after, so I'll miss the twelve twenty-five flight and take the five-thirty-five if I can be ready.
I went out and brought the mower back over to the house. I had bought a battery last night and the new battery starts it much better. It's chilly out.
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I was ready by two, and left a half-hour later. I stopped at the Superstore in Airdrie to see what they might have in the deli. Having decided to cut right down on red meat, processed meats, preservatives, and fried foods, I find the usual fast food restaurants have little to offer. Even the salads contain junk.
I cruised the deli counter and found an assortment of meal-sized packages. here, too, the salads almost all contained bacon or processed meats. I found a chick pea salad with sun-dried tomatoes. That looked suitable, so that was my snack. I took note of the sushi assortment, too. I have not been a huge fan of sushi, but maybe I'll give it try again sometime.
From there, I drove to Park and Jet, caught the shuttle and walked to security. Although there is supposedly a Nexus line, it was slower than the regular line. The new YYC is not as great as they would like us to think.
I just noticed today that I have four free WestJet lounge passes and they expire at the end of the year, so went to the Chinook lounge and enjoyed some complimentary coffee, fruit and nuts. I could have had as much booze as I liked for free, but decided to pass.
I landed at YYJ and walked out into the dark and the rain, hailed a cab, and soon was on board Cassiopeia.
It's great to be home!
I made porridge for tomorrow and a stew, then, since Callum had left me the keys to Shongololo, and Shongololo was tied right ahead of Cassiopeia, I went aboard and looked the boat over.
I have not been a power boat fan -- sailors call them stinkpots -- and my experience has been limited to smaller power craft. This one is almost forty feet long, with 220 HP, and is designed for coastal cruising and is comparable to Cassiopeia in comfort and safety. Cruising under power. however, is a completely different concept from sail. That said, over half my mileage on sailboats has been under power. The difference is that with a sailboat, I can turn off the engine and move along quietly and for free. The downside, though, is that the design of the boat has to compromise to accommodate the sail rigging and the wind is seldom blowing in a direction or strength that favours the desired destination.
The illusion that we understand the past fosters
overconfidence in our ability to predict the future.
Good morning The sun is coming up here in Sidney and my day is expected to be spent surveying Shongololo.
The mechanic came around ten and did a thorough inspection of the engine, transmission, and generator, then we left the marina and headed out for a sea trial.
Callum took the helm and we motored down towards James Island at 9.5 knots. The boat hardly seems to be working at that speed. We were moving nicely when the engine suddenly quit dead and we were drifting. Fortunately, we were a good distance from shore. Ben, the mechanic looked around the engine, then we began troubleshooting.
Once the spade connector was pressed back on, we were back underway.
The inspection ended around twelve-thirty and Ben left. I suggested to Callum that we take the boat to Fulford for the night for a test. The plan was to anchor and dinghy in to test everything.
Mid-afternoon, I bought some groceries and Callum came along at four-thirty. Sundown, was 1630, but we had adequate light to make it to Fulford, where we tied up and went to The Rock Salt for supper. I had the Bombay Surf again, I had enjoyed it so much last time.
After supper, we fixed the oven door and I called it a night around nine. We turned off the furnace, seeing as the control did not seem quite right and we weren't sure that it would not cook us after a while.
“The reasonable man adapts himself to the world:
I woke up at 0222 with thoughts at top of mind and got up. I added some items to the list of Shongololo items needing attention before closing, stayed up a while longer, then went back to bed.
At sunrise, Callum ran up and bought breakfast at the Rock Salt. I had some porridge along, so that was my breakfast.
The boat is quite easy to maneuver. I docked nicely at Van Isle. Having never handled this boat before, I was relieved.
We fueled up and returned to Port Sidney Marina. By then the wind had picked up and I let Callum dock the boat. He had some difficulty and I wondered if I might have done just as well.
We tied up and I killed some time before Colin and Larry showed up. We had a meeting and by the time it was over, the weather was getting nasty. Colin offered to drive me to the airport.
I had planned to stay another day or two, but with my business done for now as much as can be done until next week, and rough weather expected, I decided to get a flight and head home.
I went online and bought a ticket.
I was home and in bed by midnight.
The curious thing is that with these exponential
I 'm catching up on paperwork today. I also made a stew to last the next few days.
I see the pond has ice and a skiff of snow.
Here are the drop boards. I last changed them on the 12th after fumigation on the 11th (The second treatment, I think. I lose track)
I changed the boards today so we can see how the natural drop is now, a week after treatments. Looking at these boards, that have been under hives right after a treatment. In seven days, I'd say both hives are within specs now. I count 55 on one board and 266 on the other.
That comes to 8/day on the first and 38/ day on the other. Considering that these drops are immediately after a fumigation, these drops should be fine. What will be interesting is the drops on the fresh boards I put in today, counted after a few days.
Here are some of the denser squares off the two boards. The first of each pair is taken on the 14th. The second was taken today, the 19th. To my eye, there is not much difference in the counts.
Above, shots of a sample from the
first board taken 5 days apart. Below is a sample from the other
board also photographed before and after 5 days passed.
I'd say there is very little drop right now. I'll check again with these new boards in a few days.
I spent the day inside at the desk and got very little exercise. Nevertheless, Fit says I did 3,501 steps. I did get some chores completed, though.
I also ate without recording my calories, but the food was of the sort that I find most suitable for weight loss. I ate three times my quota of nuts, though, and nuts will put weight on me if anything will.
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