… has not been roving anywhere interesting the past couple of days. I walked and did errands on Friday morning which accounted for about two miles, and yesterday I spent the morning meandering around the aisles of Meijer, racking up nearly three miles, and gathering more canned goods to stock the larder for over the Winter. Yes, I realize it is only August, but, like the Girl Scouts, I like to plan ahead and be prepared. At Meijer, they have already signaled the end of Summer by putting all the back-to-school items out. Backpacks, lunchboxes, pencils, paper – you name it … the shelves are stocked, and I’m sure if kids are tagging along to the grocery store with their parents, just the sight of the school supplies is enough to spell doom and gloom for them. Labor Day is very early this year – September 1st, so less than a month for the kids to enjoy their Summer vacation. I continued that Winter frame of mind last night as I decided to create and order my Christmas cards online. I have a great Christmas picture of my little poodle and me, circa 1964, and I found a vintage-type background so I am pleased with the cards which will arrive in the next week or so, giving me absolutely no reason to be late sending them out. The Christmas card ordering dispensed with, I started to compose yesterday’s blog post, just about five minutes before the first long rumble of thunder occurred. I sighed, then switched on the radio and there was chatter about storm warnings so I shut down the computer, unplugged it and decided to catch up on a little reading … well, how did that work out? I nodded off a few minutes later and awoke to have Buddy singing at the top of his little lungs.
So, today was a “walking just for me” day. Quite frankly, I lost track if it ever rained last night because, although it sure was noisy enough, I can’t say I heard the pitter patter of rain. There was a heavy dew when I left this morning and patches of wet along the sidewalks where trees had dripped large drops of moisture. The sidewalks were a little muddy as there has been some type of contracting work going on the last few weeks in the neighborhood. I’ve seen large trucks hauling long wooden poles which are then placed on homeowners’ City property. I’ve yet to see the poles in a vertical, as opposed to a horizontal, position, though I ‘ve seen many workers up to their waist in the muddy trenches and backhoes flipping dirt everywhere. One day the poles are laying there, and the next day when I walk by, all the holes are filled with soil and topped with straw, but the poles are stuck in the hole. I don’t know what’s up, but I had to pick my way around big wet mud patches on the sidewalks and streets.
I’ve been collecting some unusual-looking tree pictures throughout the Summer and later in the year I’ll make a collage and talk about them. I had trees on the mind this morning as I strolled down a cross-street and noticed all these cut-up tree pieces stacked every so neatly on a homeowner’s lawn. I wondered if it was a calamity of last Sunday’s storm, or simply the right time to take that tree down. The smell of the wood in the moist air was heady and I bent down closer to examine the tree’s rings. It was not very old and looked healthy enough, but that house sure looked bare without that tall tree there – it is always a loss when a tree is felled.
I continued walking and turned onto Emmons Boulevard where I saw many yellow, red and brown leaves already littering the ground. Have you noticed how the days are getting shorter ever so slightly over the course of the last few weeks? Well, say it isn’t so that we are only around the corner from Fall!