I have been saying and saying I must begin running again, but today was not the day. However, under the heading Have to Start Somewhere, I took a half-hour walk so make bold to offer a Pedestrian Post on the beautiful Saturday morning.
I am trying to be very faithful with my post-card sending, because I hear from various sources that people like them. Today I also had a letter to a friend. Just as a side note: yesterday Steven was on the phone with a friend and mentioned how I had sent a letter to another friend. She was quite fascinated by the idea that I wrote it on paper, stamped it and mailed it. I must write her and her husband a letter soon.
But getting back to the walk, I had gotten a later start than normal. In my defense, we were in a play last night (you had to know I would sneak in a reference to Roxy somewhere along the line). Also, Steven did not work till 10, and some days I feel I must maximize my husband time. However, I managed to set out soon after he left.
The sun was high in the sky, but I had taken the precaution of putting on sunscreen. I also put on my crazy old lady hat, which has a wide brim, and my prescription sunglasses. Love my Rx sunglasses. They are polarized. I made sure the postcards and letters were properly addressed and stamped, locked my door, and off I went.
It was warm in the direct sunlight, but I did not despair of finding some shade along the way. I sure was missing my little dog, Tabby, but one must carry on. Rocky, a dog across the street, was on a rope in the backyard, barking at all and sundry. I wanted to go over and pet him, but I am not that close with those neighbors so thought I better not.
I saw a little black and white dog frisking around another neighbor’s lawn. When I got closer I saw a man and boy on the porch. I asked if I could pet the dog. The dog, however, was having none of it. He ran up to me barking, but when I bent down and offered my hand to sniff he backed off. The man on the porch said the dog was nice, which I believe, but I also know that some dogs don’t like to be petted by just anybody.
Further down the sidewalk I saw a beautiful retriever-looking dog on a leash. His guy was talking to another guy while the dog sat by, looking like the best-behaved beast ever. As I got closer the dog jumped up, apparently interested in checking me out. I asked if I could pet him, and the owner said I could.
“He’s just a puppy, so he gets pretty excited,” he warned. The dog was certainly eager to be petted.
“Oh, he’s nice,” I said. “He’s a friendly one!”
“Too friendly,” the owner agreed with a laugh.
“He’s a cutie!”
We parted friends. After I mailed my stuff at the post office, I continued to walk, going past Main Street to Green and eventually to the nice path over what used to be a hydraulic canal, one of my favorite walks. The sun continued to beat down on me, making what shade I could find quite welcome. Still, it was a beautiful day, very summery. I sure many people were embracing it, especially as fall is not far away.
I saw one more dog in front of a house, his person right at the door. Alas, he was not into being petted either. However, the friendly dog was so friendly, I felt he made up for the dogs that snubbed me.
My walk felt pretty good, even if I was quite sweaty by the end (after all, I’m washable). I shall continue my quest for more exercise in the coming days. You’ll read about it here (at least, I hope you’ll keep reading). Happy Saturday, everyone!