Simply put … today I was a walkin’ fool. First, I indulged myself with an extra hour of sleep. Last night, before turning in, I mentally planned out my Saturday, and decided to take to the streets no later than 8:00 a.m. then return home from walking for a leaf-raking session by 9:30 a.m. sharp. This morning, however, my plans were dashed when the meteorologists were predicting gusty winds for this afternoon, so not wishing to duplicate my efforts again tomorrow, I tabled that chore.
I’ve been very busy at work this week and logged way too many hours in front of the computer screen. That sedentary life is no good, so I decided to exit the house with blinders on, and disregard those pesky dust bunnies and take an extended walk instead. I had no stale bread slices to share with Buddy’s brethren at the Park, so I peeled off five tortilla wraps and tore them into bite-sized pieces to take along with me. The ducks would not care if there were no fajita fixin’s accompanying the tortilla bits, and, of course, I left off the guacamole since avocado is deadly to birds. I sure hope they enjoyed the tortillas and that little treat did not put too much trans fat into their diet.
I got to Council Point Park in record time, no doubt propelled by the gusty winds. I think the 25 mph winds were already here and as I walked the perimeter path, I felt like a tumbleweed along the twists and turns as the winds blew through the vast empty spaces of this 27-acre park. I stopped at the concrete precipice to feed the ducks and watched as the wind ruffled their feathers and the sunlight glinted on their teal-colored iridescent heads. The sun was shining on the water as they glided through the murky Creek when I tossed out a handful of tortilla pieces. They skittered across the water and didn’t sink but rested on the surface. Quacking soon ensued and the ducks were off and running, er … treading water to grab a bite. Two more small handfuls in opposite directions and I was fresh out of treats and ready to get going. Within a matter of minutes the water was devoid of tortilla pieces and the mallards likewise moved on.
I left Council Point Park and continued along River Drive and next walked the pathway at Lions Park and peered through the trees to see if there was any action in the water – more mallards, and I wondered if they were “my” mallards whose feet had paddled furiously to reach this spot, but I kind of thought it was I who had beat them and this was a different group.
Having trod the paths of two walking parks already and it wasn’t even 10:00 a.m. I decided to visit a few more parks along the way. In between walking through or encircling Propspinner Park, Ford Park and finally Memorial Park I also strode to the borderlines of Lincoln Park/Wyandotte and Wyandotte/Southgate.
Today I was wearing the perfect combination of clothes and I was neither too hot nor too cold but just right. I think this enabled me to keep going and enjoying the walk immensely. As I made my way along blustery Emmons Boulevard, the leaves were crispy as I scuffed through them and they seemed to fall in record number from the trees, alighting on my clothes or swirling and dancing around my feet.
I returned home, and, though my dust bunnies were still there to greet me, I felt as though the wind raced through my ears and at least dusted off the brain cobwebs. I felt renewed and refreshed from my long 5½-mile stroll, but felt I needed to “set a spell” and would have liked this old rocker to be on my front porch. It looks mighty inviting doesn’t it? Having dispensed with the great outdoors for now, and tucked in the cozy kitchen, I powered up the computer and decided to give my feet a rest and take a brief respite to write this blog post. Soon I must skedaddle to complete some chores remaining on my Saturday to-do list and factor in some work for my job as well. Tomorrow I shall tackle the leaves … they will be still be there waiting for me, of that I can be sure.