Swingin’ time.


Another stellar weather day and I wish I could have gotten in a couple of laps down at Council Point Park, but I had to divvy up my allotted walking time with a trip to the dentist. Well, I had no cavities or issues and I got in about 2 ½ miles anyway, just by walking around the neighborhood before I made the roundtrip to the dentist, so I am not a complete slacker . I took a rather convoluted trek to get there, and, in doing so, I strolled up a few streets where I seldom visit. In the still of the early morn, I heard the creaking sound of a porch glider continuously rocking back and forth, and the harsh, shrill and screechy noise sounded almost like chalk on a chalkboard and went right up my spine. It was an incessant grating noise of metal-on-metal, and, as I got closer, I wondered if the neighbors have ever offered up a can of WD-40 to quell that creakkkkkkkkkkking noise. As I passed the elderly couple, sitting side-by-side , I noticed the gentleman was in charge of “rocking” the glider … I thought that was chivalrous of him, then I realized the woman must have been very short as her feet, still clad in fuzzy mules, were far from reaching the ground. I smiled and mouthed “good morning” and they waved back, then I continued walking along, until finally the glider noise abated when I was far enough away. A few minutes later, I spied this tire swing hanging from a fairly small tree and had to chuckle because it might have “worked” for the elderly, short lady or a very small child, as it was hanging pretty close to the ground. If I had tried it out, once I plunked down, I’m sure I’d never have gotten up again unassisted. The swing looked well-worn as the paint had started to peel off the tire which had been painted yellow and brown and looked kind of like a big skinny donut.

On a beautiful day such as this one, nothing says Summer like swinging your cares away. This is true whether you are a youth sitting on a tire swing, bending your head way back and pushing off with your feet to see how high you can go, or, you are sitting on a porch swing, favorite beverage in hand and just watching the world go by. As to porch swinging, I often see older couples sitting on their porch in the early a.m., just rockin’ away. I think it is a time for retired folks to finally relax and catch up on years and years of sorely missed long conversations because of separate schedules, demanding jobs or attending to the needs, wants and desires of their offspring. Now they get to play “catch-up” because finally, there is time to just sit and relax, effortlessly gliding back and forth and taking in the hustle and bustle of the rest of the world.

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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