Seven days without a walk makes one weak.


And seven days without a walk, or writing a post, makes one weaker.

It also breaks one’s New Year’s resolutions … just sayin’.

It has been one week today since I’ve taken a walk or written a post. So much for positive statements uttered on the first of the new year.

Of course, like many other parts of the U.S., the weather here has been ultra-lousy. But, if I was really the avid walker I claim to be, then I’d bundle up and march boldly into the -25 wind chill. Well … tomorrow for sure.

But what about the writing? It seems my brain has become numb from all the cold and wittiness just flew out the window … no, make that the door – the window wasn’t open.

Last year I did a post in February called “The Trudge Report” which detailed the incessant Winter routine. Every day I would suit up, boot up and go outside to run the car and check for icicles, ice dams and any clogs in the furnace pipe. Then I’d run back into the house again. That was the daily agenda for weeks.

Today there was snow to contend with as well. The first really big snow event of the year. It was pretty and picturesque as it was early enough to still be pristine, having not been shoveled or blown out of the way like the annoyance that it is.

I glanced at Marge’s big ol’ thermometer on her deck to verify it was the same measly temperature that I’d just heard on the radio, when just then a flock of sparrows spied the fresh seeds in her feeder and dive-bombed in front of the thermometer … that was okay because whatever the numbers said – it was bone-chilling cold.

I scurried around to the front yard, to the garage, and impatiently tried to twist the key into the lock to raise the door, a feat that was difficult to accomplish with polar fleece mitts on my hands. Finally, I got it open, and cast the mitts aside onto the trunk of the car while I turned the engine over … it started right up. Good deal. Then I waited on the exhaust fumes to clear before shutting the garage door – so it was time to check out what was going on in the neighborhood.

The street was silent. Many of the residents are retired, and the other half – the worker bees, had already brushed off their cars and headed out to deal with the three-inch snowfall and a longer-than-usual trek to work.

The brutal breeze was creating quite a commotion as it stirred the huge wind chimes that hang on the porch of the house kitty-corner from mine. Those wind chimes were so loud they reminded me of Hop Sing clanging on the triangle dinner bell to call Pa Cartwright and his boys back to the Ponderosa for dinner.

As I stood there I knew there was something amiss. It was the tweets of the birds that used to cluster together for warmth in Marge’s two pear trees. The leaves on those trees never dropped ‘til mid-Winter and alot of birds made their home there all year around. No matter how cold or warm the morning was, sunshine or not, an ever-present glorious song would be erupting from nearly every branch of those two pear trees.

But, alas – the windstorm on November 24th split one tree and the City came to chop them both down as they were diseased and unstable.

So … no trees and no birds anymore. Just two empty holes are all that remains, and it made for a very barren look now that Winter has finally made its presence known.

“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.” ~ Victor Hugo

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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6 Responses to Seven days without a walk makes one weak.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    First I missed your blog. Second I love your picture. Third you described the street perfectly. Fourth I am sorry about the trees. I too miss the bird sounds.


    • lindasschaub says:

      Marge – This was one looooooooooong week. I didn’t have it in me to write and hadn’t walked all week anyway. I blew all my New Year’s resolutions that I wrote about and told myself I would follow in 2015 … especially the getting more sleep. Well, I slept in this morning and tried to right all those wrongs. “OK, maybe I am human after all” she says grudgingly. Are you seeing any bunnies in the yard in the snow? I looked this morning in your yard for critters when I went out … after we get the snow tomorrow night, better not let Woody out in the yard – he’ll be about as tall as the snow. 🙂


  2. Cherie says:

    Welcome back! Missed your blog this week!


    • lindasschaub says:

      Thanks Cherie – I missed writing it! Robb/I been extremely busy the past month and alot of new matters have come in the last week or so. Then dealing with new clients from Texas and California and that time big difference. They were in town the latter part of the week and were happy to return to their warm states. How’s the recovery coming along – too bad it had snow before you were comfortable walking again.


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