And neither did I … as to walking anyway.
This morning I headed out early for a long trek, eager to get out into this excellent walking weather, which was 100% better than yesterday’s humidity. I am loving this coolish weather and it doesn’t hurt my feelings if the heat stays away. I follow several weather sites and sometimes read the comments, mostly negative, about the lack of sunny, warm days this season. On the bright side, we could be Boston’s Seaport district where the chilly Spring and Summer and lack of sunshine hasn’t knocked back that 12-foot pile of accumulated snow, ice and debris collected in the streets after the many heavy snowfalls. So see – we have nothing to complain about.
I put the furnace on last night for Buddy … and, quite truthfully, for me as well. While I ate my breakfast, even though I heard the furnace chugging, it was still chilly, and so I wrapped my cold hands around my warm mug of coffee, and even had a second cup just to start me up.
Tonight is the Stones concert at Comerica Park, one of the last stops on their Zip Code tour. If they are hoping for a warm night with gentle breezes, they are in for a big surprise. In fact, the mosquitoes might even pack up and go somewhere warmer where they can feast on humans wearing tank tops and shorts, not hoodies and long pants.
Today is the 49th anniversary of our family’s arrival here in the U.S. Sometimes it seems like I’ve always lived here and there was no “before” time period that ever existed. Within the last few weeks, my permanent resident green card arrived in the mail after a nearly nine-month process, i.e. two trips down to the local immigration office and a stop at the Lincoln Park police station to obtain a security clearance letter requested by the Department of Homeland Security. The protracted procedure was because my fingerprints were worn down due to decades of typing. I personally think the DHS took one look at the new photo and decided to delve into my past because it is absolutely the worst photo I have ever had taken. It is a black-and-white, full face picture, and it even scared me!
Since it rained yesterday I decided to forego a trip to the Park and head to the River’s Edge Marina instead. It is about a five-mile round trip jaunt which takes me through three cities: Lincoln Park, Wyandotte and Ecorse. This morning I didn’t get stopped by the train , but it was rolling on by just as I was standing at the marina’s footbridge as you see in the background of the photo above.
After a few minutes on the bridge, I turned around and started my long trek back home. Some two miles down Biddle Avenue from the marina, the crafters and vendors were setting up their booths and displays for the Wyandotte Street Fair which began today. They will hold their collective breaths that the weather cooperates until Saturday night – it always seems to rain at least one day of the Fair and I guess tomorrow is that day, so they’ll be saying “Gimme Shelter” for sure.