When: Thursday–During the Afternoon- 3/8/2018
Weather: 70’s, mid-afternoon
Another walk with this guy. (As I type this, my thumbs are figuratively curved back at me. Since I am typing, they obviously can’t really be doing that. But, if I were dictating….). The rest of my life has a bit of chaos lately. Kids either not in the house entirely or in the middle of decisions or just “going through stuff. I understand the kids will “haunt” me the rest of my days. I am okay being in this role. I wish the walk was better at distractions and less inclined to bring the thoughts I want to escape from to the surface. For me, drowning myself in music or a podcast is certainly an option. My goal is not to let someone else drowned my thoughts or overlay their opinions on top of mine. The walk is supposed to be a break for the body and the mind. As in other areas of life, there is always tomorrow.
- Wanted Man: As the crew left the most recent construction site early today, I was able to slither past the barriers. I saw no evidence they had even been working. I reflect on my deliberate ignorance of the orange mesh fence a few weeks ago. Is it my age that makes me believe I am above these petty barriers meant to ensure my safety? Is it how a middle-aged person lives on the edge? Is this how I live the rest of my life without tiptoeing on the other side of the “moral” line? I guess I have gone a little deeper than I expected. Light and fluffy for the rest of the post.
- Walking redshirts: Early in today’s walk, I encountered another guy in a bright red shirt I (I chose red as my color du jour today). Honestly, I think I wore it better than him. He may have had better posture and a more relaxed stride. I brought the confident stride and “sleek” physique to the encounter. As we passed, we exchanged the obligatory hellos conveniently disguised as nondescript grunts. Us males are so cute! 😉
- Duck, Duck, Splat: A male and the female duck had found the ditch along the road a great place to float. It is doubtful they were calling the ditch home. Maybe it was a duck hostel us humans were not aware of. As I neared, they likely felt I was there to collect payment for their ongoing stay. They immediately fled to the road. Fearing I might lose any of the duck coinage I hoped to receive, I stepped out into the road to protect them from the ongoing traffic. They eventually waddled the other direction. The ducks then ducked under the fence. My hopes of acquiring a souvenir coin with Daffy on it were temporarily postponed.