The Wanderer.


The year is still bright and new like a freshly minted coin and there will be much pavement to pound and many miles to wander before the year draws to a close. I’ll set a 500-mile goal once again, and, like before, any miles over that goal is just “gravy”.

I sure was glad Mother Nature cooperated this morning since the weather advisories are already out for freezing rain and the other potpourri of weather goodies that are coming down the pipeline over the next few days … and, oh yeah, a couple of inches of the white stuff as well.

I decided to dig out my boots for the upcoming snow event, and I took out my new walking shoes I bought in 2012 as well. They felt heavy and awkward with their big treads, not comfortable and broken in like my old familiar pair. I put the new shoes on today because if I get a blister, I’m not going anywhere but in the house plodding around in my soft deerskin mocs, so I’ll just tolerate that blister and not whine (one of my New Year’s resolutions, remember?)

I felt like humming “just can’t wait to get on the road again” though it’s only been a couple of days since my last venture. Of course I can’t hum or sing it as well as Willie Nelson, and I don’t have the braids nor the bandana look either. But, if I plaited my long hair and then had two braids sticking out from underneath my Sherpa cap, the squirrels would probably run to the other side of the Park.

Or … I’d probably resemble Emily Gail, the erstwhile good will ambassador for the City of Detroit. She was Max Gail’s sister – you might remember him as Detective Wojo on the TV show “Barney Miller” in the late 70s?

Emily Gail was a big proponent of saying nice things about Detroit, a campaign she launched in the 70s and 80s. She had buttons and teeshirts that said “Say Nice Things About Detroit” … today that slogan has been revived as that Big City has risen from the ashes and seeks to become the jewel it once was. Back in the day, the fun thing to do on your lunch hour in Downtown Detroit was to go to her store “Emily’s Across the Street” and wander around checking out her wares. They were, for the most part, trinkets or toys or items relating to Detroit like mugs or tee-shirts, keychains and the like. You could enjoy a hot dog on the park bench outside the store, topped off by a huge Häagen-Dazs ice cream cone or a gigantic oatmeal raisin cookie, all which she’d personally serve up. Emily Gail organized fun runs and bike races and made Detroit a cool and fun place to work ‘til she lost her lease and moved to Hawaii. She comes back to visit occasionally and is still committed to saying good things about Detroit.

Even without Emily Gail being here, today the City of Detroit was excited about the Detroit Lions being in the playoffs for the first time since the 90s. So, now they are “OUR Lions”, not just “the Lions” or “same old Lions” … that much is evident from all the large Detroit Lions flags I passed as I made my way down to the Park this morning.

The hoopla of the upcoming playoffs is evident as an XXXXXL Honolulu Blue and Silver Lions jersey even adorns the Spirit of Detroit statue down at the City County Building – yes, sports fans in the metropolitan Detroit area are ecstatic!

Meanwhile, at the Park, it was a work day so only one loop around the path could be accomplished on this rather mundane Friday. The holidays are over, funky weather is in the offing and the sun wasn’t out. It was icy and dicey for walking and I stopped and visited briefly with the squirrels, tossed out some peanuts and told everyone “this time when I tell you the weather will be frightful, you can believe me” … stash your cache as I might be gone for awhile.

Tomorrow in the wee hours of the morn, the ice man cometh. I’ll huddle under the warm blankets and listen to the pinging on the patio roof and fall asleep again. I’ll worry the ice will pull the electrical wires down – oops … not supposed to worry about anything – another New Year’s resolution.

Later, I’ll hunker down in the house on the inside looking out, counting the days ‘til Spring arrives.

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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2 Responses to The Wanderer.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    They say winter is coming. Maybe, just maybe mother nature will fool us and run to springtime.


    • lindasschaub says:

      I hear that too Marge – Monday night and Tuesday night snow is a’coming, and an Arctic chill as well. It was bound to happen. If Mother Nature takes Winter and runs like h*ll with it, I won’t tell anyone. 🙂


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