Snug as a bug in a rug.


On those first really chilly days of Fall, there’s nothing like snuggling down under the covers as the furnace kicks on and gradually envelops the room in warmth. The alarm went off, just as the furnace kicked on, so I allowed myself the indulgence of a few more ZZZZZZZs.  I even dozed off into dreamland for a few minutes, then finally flung off the warm blanket and headed out to the kitchen to make some piping hot oatmeal for breakfast – well that warmed me down to my toes.

The news was full of the latest Trump faux pas and the weatherman said that finally Matthew was downgraded to a tropical storm, but still deadly. Two different forces to be reckoned with I guess.

When I eventually headed outside, it was so chilly, I half expected to see a wisp of condensation from my nose and mouth, but it was not quite that cold yet. No frost on the pumpkin either.  It will be here soon enough though.

I had the camera along, but no more new holiday décor had been added along my route, so the camera remained tucked inside its case the entire trip.

I saw a pair of joggers who yielded to me by not missing a beat and heading out to the street in tandem … gee, I didn’t think I was quite that wide, but I waved them a “thank you” anyway.

There was an elderly couple sitting on a glider on their front porch. Each one was swaddled in a “snug sack” on this chilly morning.  They sure would need it – can you imagine how cold that glider’s metal seat would be?  At first, each one appeared as if they were praying, because the only flesh that had escaped from their respective snug sacks were their hands.  But, as I neared them, I saw their fingers were wrapped around a large coffee mug, with steam drifting into the morning air.  I knew I would appreciate my second cup of coffee once I arrived home.

The foliage by the footbridge is starting to turn a golden yellow and the leaves are dotting the waters of the Ecorse Creek – just another sign that Fall is more than just an entry on the calendar page.

I walked another four miles this morning and the 600-mile marker is now in plain sight … after that, a mere 119 more miles to go to best last year’s tally.

About Linda Schaub

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, so 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 four 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, though 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. - Linda Schaub
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4 Responses to Snug as a bug in a rug.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Boy you sure are trotting along. You will have finished your goal by Thanksgiving. Don’t freeze out there.

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  2. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda………………………….I felt chilly reading your blog today


    • lindasschaub says:

      Ann Marie – I know that there was a real brrrrrr in the air … yesterday as well. Today was much better wasn’t it? Soon, we have to be watching out for patches of black ice or rain-slickened leaves.


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