Woodn’t it be nice …?


Music has the ability to take you back to another time and place … so also would this wooden tree house.

The Beach Boys are back in town … they are at Freedom Hill in Sterling Heights tonight. Back in the 70s my friends and I got tickets to see them every year at the old Pine Knob, and in 1976 I went to see them twice that Summer – at Pine Knob and the Canadian National Exhibition. The Beach Boys and their music were on my mind today as the past few days I’ve heard snippets of their most-famous songs in anticipation of their concert, including one of my favorite songs “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lD4sxxoJGkA

Whenever it rains, I’m reluctant to go to Council Point Park for a day or so, due to the soggy ground and the mosquitoes, so for awhile there, I was wearing a path down Emmons Boulevard in the direction of the Detroit River. Sometimes, as you know from following my blog posts, I’ll just end up at the railroad tracks and sometimes I make it all the way down to Emmons and Biddle at the River. Without fail, whenever I pass the above house, I always look to see what new items have been added since my last foray down Emmons because their house, porch and front yard have a definite country flair and there is always some new doodad. About a month ago, I noticed the makings of a tree house had sprung up rather suddenly. It was located in a very tall tree and was fairly large. I snapped a picture of it at the time, thinking it was a wooden platform and a ladder and that was it. But, over the course of the last few weeks, incredible enhancements were taking place to this wooden tree house. Finally, it is complete – with a roof, porch, front door, windows, and even a sign that says “Follow Your Dreams” … well, I had to smile when I saw the finished product. The next time I see the man who lives in that house, I will give him an “Atta boy”, just as I complimented him on his cherry-red wooden seated rope swing he made for his kids and hung it from a big tree in his front yard last year. I even wrote about it in a blog post. He must be a super dad, huh? Although the Beach Boys are quick to lament being too young to take off with their main squeeze, and wishing they were older in the song “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?”, it would be the reverse for me after seeing that tree house, because I looked at it, just a little wistfully, thinking how fun it would be to climb up there, away from the rest of the world and just be carefree like a kid again. It seems we spend many years of our lives wishing we were older and all grown up, then we get to be older and have regrets for the paths we never chose, or the things we didn’t get done, though it’s really never too late to follow your dreams, just like the sign says.

I could even apply that logic to my walking regimen. Just a mere three years ago, when I began walking, I was triumphant over a trek that encompassed a five-block radius. Then I thought it was a big deal if I walked a mile. This morning I walked the equivalent of a 10K course, or 6.2 miles. For many years, I’d stand out on Fort Street waiting to board the suburban bus to take me downtown to work. I’d often see walkers as I waited on the bus and we’d pass the time of day, and, as I waved goodbye to those walkers to board the bus, often I’d wish I could catch up with them and leave the normal everyday routine behind me. But, I knew that one day, probably when I was retired, I’d be living the dream and walking as much as possible. Well, here I am now, not yet retired, but I still am able to follow that dream.

Today, I was up bright and early because over breakfast I decided I was going to turn my walk into a 10K trek. I figured I was in good shape to accomplish this feat since I’d walked at least five miles each day over the past five days. I got down to the Park and did my usual tour around, but today I did an extra loop, plus the mileage accumulated going and returning from the Park, so my pedometer registered right at 6¼ miles when I got home. I sure was whipped but I was proud of my accomplishment and said to myself “not bad for an old girl”, and, since my oatmeal from breakfast was in my toes already, I rewarded myself with a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich followed by a large glass of chocolate milk, delicious … and probably the meal of choice for a five-year old. But, as I enjoyed my little snack, I must say I felt like a kid again.

About lindasschaub

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, and 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 over three 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, although 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.
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4 Responses to Woodn’t it be nice …?

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  3. Joni says:

    Loved this post Linda! I like that Beach Boys song too.

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