… and my shoes, coat, hat and gloves. Well you get the idea. But, it didn’t dampen my spirits because I added more miles to my total, despite the sky opening up as I scurried home, as if I were made of sugar and might melt before I got into the house.
Of course I listened to the Accuweather forecast and studied the Weather Channel that said “no rain until 10:00 a.m.” so, I thought I’d get my walk in and arrive home dry, and be inside sipping coffee by the time the pesky raindrops arrived.
As I started on the perimeter path at Council Point Park, two different walkers cautioned me about the impending rain, adding “better hurry … the rain is coming around 9:00 a.m.” I’d better find out their weather info source, as sure enough, as they predicted, the rain began just as I was finishing off the first loop.
The ducks were plentiful this morning and they were quacking me up with their noises as they dove for breakfast in the chilly Creek water, when suddenly I heard the raucous sound of a flock of Canada Geese flying directly overhead. They honed in on the Creek, next to where I walking, and soon came in for a landing amidst a cacophony of honks, each plopping into the water with a big splash and skidding to a halt. Then, when all the water droplets were gone, those geese, which numbered at least a dozen, began gracefully gliding along as if their loud landing had never happened.
The squirrels were rather scarce this morning, especially once the rain drops arrived. Even my smiling face and proffered peanuts did not lure the rest of the bunch who were not already at ground level. So, I admonished them collectively, saying “you snooze – you lose” to no one in particular, and I know that my words fell on deaf ears. Of course, they know I’ll be back tomorrow, and besides, the three men who usually feed them, all arrived earlier than me today so the little rascals hit them up first!
Tomorrow is a brand-new month and I will cross that 950-miles-walked threshold, so, then I’ll need only 50 more miles to reach my newest goal of 1,000 miles walked in 2017. There is now some talk of colder temps next week and the word “flurries” is being bandied about … maybe I’ll have to break out those hiking boots I bought in 2015, that are still languishing in their box, to get ‘er done. Stay tuned!
[Image by Eommina from Creative Commons and Pixabay]