WALKIN', WRITIN', WIT & WHIMSY

… just like this hawk.

I’m giving myself an “Atta Girl” because, just like this hawk that was soaring high above the trees at Council Point Park, my walking stats are soaring as well.  I’ve now reached 970 miles walked in 2017.

I’ve piled on the steps and maximized my miles recently, especially these past two warmish days.  Yesterday I walked seven miles altogether!  I strapped on my pedometer before I left the house, and had a few errands which began when I arrived at Meijer at 8:00 a.m.  I had hoped to beat the crowds, but people started coming in droves by 9:00 a.m.  A few errands and outside chores, then I stole a glance at the pedometer – just a smidge under two miles.  The temps were in the 50s and just gorgeous outside, so I set out on foot for Council Point Park at 2:30 p.m.  Now, that was a first for me, trekking to the Park that late in the day.  But, who could pass up being outside on such a gorgeous day, especially when bitter cold weather is imminent?  So, that afternoon trip to the Park yielded another five miles.

It was a whole different scenario at the Park than when I usually do my morning jaunt.  Sunday is family day, and, the warmer temps had people strolling around in just a sweatshirt or light jacket, and I saw one guy jogging in a tee-shirt and shorts.  This is not your usual December 3^rd weather, that’s for sure.  Kids were giggling, climbing onto the playground equipment and sprawling out on the grass, just like it was a mid-Summer day.  Sometimes on December 3^rd, they might have been on the snow-covered ground making snow angels.

The sun’s angle in the Park made it better for picture-taking, because sometimes there are shadows which get in the way when I’m doing the morning stroll with my camera in tow, so I got a few good shots while there.

There were none of the regular walkers, whom I suspect were long gone from this site by the time I arrived.  Also missing was the ritual with the squirrels and my trek seemed somehow incomplete.  Apparently the squirrels don’t hang out at ground level all day,  as I saw just one raggedy-looking squirrel who was as skinny as a rake, unlike those pudgy squirrels who come running over when I show up.  He was also skittish and ran away when he saw me.  He fled into a bushy area and was more content to sit there gnawing on a dirty old pinecone, rather than to come over to beg for peanuts.  Perhaps he’s new to the ‘hood?

Many people were stringing up Christmas lights and otherwise adding holiday décor to their front yards in the neighborhoods I passed through.  I was weary by the time I got home but stopped to visit with my neighbors on each side, staying outside until dusk.  That’s probably the last time for an extended visit with the neighbors until Spring yardwork.

This morning I hightailed it out as well, getting another six miles in, despite the cloudy start.   And, it was back to the same old trip to the Park, just like any of the dozens, maybe even hundreds, of other mornings I’ve gone there.  It was the same folks to exchange pleasantries with and those rambunctious squirrels who came bounding over to see me like I was a long-lost friend … yup, a long-lost friend with peanuts.

The weather has been a treat these past two days, and I hear it is back to reality tomorrow (unfortunately), but, as long as the snow and ice stay at bay, I’ll be able to keep on walking.  Thirty more miles and I’ll reach my latest goal – 1,000 miles walked in 2017, and I’m feeling confident I’ll get ‘er done by year-end, if Mother Nature continues to cooperate.

There I was, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, not unlike my peanut pals at Council Point Park, when I arrived there this morning.  I went to bed very early last night, so I bounced out of bed, ready to hit the ground runnin’ when that alarm went off.  Funny … when you’re a kid, you rebel about going to bed early (well, most kids gripe about it, but, as an only child, I grew up knowing that “children should be seen and not heard” so, while I might have pouted in my bed once I was tucked in for the night, I never complained to my parents.)

Right now, it’s all about maximizing my miles, so I’ve really been hoofin’ it since the week before Thanksgiving, gathering steps and miles as I move along toward my ultimate goal.  I crossed the 950-mile mark yesterday, so I am now speeding toward my goal in earnest before the snow flies.

Though I would have liked to languish on the loops a little longer, I quickly did four miles at the Park, doling out peanuts post haste, plus had my round trip there as well.  Unfortunately, I knew I had to be home for still another house issue.  This time it was the furnace which was needy, as it had been making loud knocking noises all week.  When the furnace kicked on, it sounded like a person was inside the ductwork, banging on the pipes frantically to come out.  I probably would have been in better spirits about it, had there not been so many other bothersome house issues this year, so I was very exasperated with this latest problem.

On top of it, the knocking began on Sunday, the same day I finished up the painting.  My initial thought was “oh no – I just painted and intended to let the floor dry for at least a week before putting any rugs down or even stepping on it.”

This past week, each time the furnace kicked on and the knocking noises began, I thought of that popular  70s tune “Knock Three Times” by Tony Orlando and Dawn.  When the knocking didn’t subside, I gave in and contacted Flame Furnace to schedule a service call.  This afternoon my tech arrived, the first female HVAC tech I’ve ever had, and, after I told her the problem, and the heat was cranked up higher, the knocking began.  The tech simply wiggled the PVC exhaust pipe and it stopped knocking.  I know I never touched that pipe accidentally and told her so.  She had a few suggestions, the most-logical of which was strong winds that may have moved the outside pipe which is connected to the main pipe that runs to the furnace.

It seems there is always something to deal with when you have a house.

As I sit here tonight writing this blog post, it is a time for reflection.  It is one year ago today my beloved bird Buddy died.  For those of you who are new followers of this blog, Buddy was a mop top canary; he had a stroke and I had to have him euthanized.  It broke my heart and I still miss his personality and cheery voice.  His picture is below as well as the link to the post I wrote about him after I lost him: https://lindaschaubblog.net/2016/12/04/forty-feathered-friends-at-the-footbridge/

My dear friend and neighbor, Marge Aubin, drove us to the vet on that fateful day, and afterward we went down to Wyandotte to the Detroit River’s edge to talk because I was so upset.  That was the last time Marge and I went on an outing, and, in this lookback, I am remembering Marge today, because tomorrow would have been her 80^th birthday.  Sadly, she passed away on August 14^th following a long battle with COPD.  When I leave for my daily walk, out of force of habit I still glance over to her deck, even though the variety of wild bird feeders and bright red hummer feeders are no longer there.  That deck was a perpetual safe haven for wild birds and we both enjoyed watching them at her many feeding stations through the years.

Life sure is tough sometimes.  Perhaps, in retrospect, the knocks in the duct work seem a little trivial for me to have expended so much angst over these past few days.  Supposedly, life’s school of hard knocks is guaranteed to build character and make us strong.  So, I guess I’ll use my mom’s old expression of “Buck up Buttercup” on myself and look ahead to 2018 with a chance to start anew.

… 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]

Sadly, the sun is back to rising later again, as those morning daylight minutes we gained after the time change earlier this month, are slowly giving way to a later sunrise.

But, on sunny mornings, like yesterday and today, I was able to hustle out of the house early and get down to Council Point Park, thus gleaning more steps, an extra loop in fact, to add to my tally.  As you know, it is all about the year-end goal these days, and, I know I am racing, not only against time, with a little over a month until year end, but also against the ice and snow, which I hope stay away a little longer.  Today, the weatherman declared our 67-degree temperature a fluke, but still promised no wintry conditions will arrive for at least a week or two.

So … walk, walk, walk.  That’s my mantra.

In my entire life I couldn’t fathom walking 1,000 miles in one year, so, I hope I can achieve this feat with my feet.  My friend Evelyn suggested I bronze my walking shoes if I make it to 1,000 miles by year end.

Beautiful late Fall days like today are to be savored.  More of the regular walkers returned to Council Point Park this morning, no doubt lured by the warmer temperatures and the sunny day.

As I was enjoying the beautiful morning, my little squirrel came scampering over just as fast as his four legs could carry him, shortly after my arrival at the outskirts of the Park.  I cut across the parking lot as I always do, whether I arrive on foot, or by car.  So, while walking through the parking lot, he must have been watching me from the pavilion area, because in a heartbeat he was there, first parking his little body right next to my shoes, then impatiently dancing around me in circles while I hurried to open the Ziploc bag to dole out some treats for him.  He reminded me of a little kid with these antics, as if to say “what is taking you so long?”

So, I’ve decided to name this little squirrel “Parker” which is a definite improvement over referring to him as “the squirrel f/k/a the Pagel Avenue squirrel, who now lives at Council Point Park” … as friendly as he is, next I’ll see if will respond when called by name.

On my first trip around the perimeter path, a flash of brown caught my eye as I glanced between the now-bare branches of the bushes and trees that line the path next to the Ecorse Creek.  Then I saw some rapid movement in the water,   Suddenly I realized I was looking at a big muskrat who was mingling with the mallards.  He sure was “feelin’ the love” because, there they were – neither species being intimidated by the other, all enjoying a morning dip in the cold Ecorse Creek.

I stopped to watch them for a few minutes and saw the muskrat climb out of the water, with its fur wet and slicked back from the morning swim.  Slowly, it climbed onto one of the many half-sunken logs to share that space companionably with a few ducks.  Usually, those partially submerged trees are reserved for the turtles when basking in the Summer sun, or, the mallards all year around for preening and/or sleeping on one foot, with a downy head neatly tucked under a wing.

As I watched this mismatched group huddled together, I decided all was right with the world – the world on the surface of the Ecorse Creek at Council Point Park anyway.  Too bad the rest of the world does not get along as well as the muskrat and the mallards.

This warmish sunny day was the talk of the town today.  I would have preferred to walk this afternoon in those 67-degree temps, but this morning’s trek was delightful too.

It’s anybody’s guess what happened to yesterday’s mild weather.  It was short-lived; here for a day, and now it is gone again, although we are promised temps of nearly 60 degrees on Tuesday – only Tuesday.

Once again I piled on the layers and bundled up against the blustery weather to head down to Council Point Park, where, once again, just a handful of the regular walkers were present and accounted for.  This morning there were only four of us walking on the perimeter path.  Even though the temperature was 29 degrees when I “suited up” to go, the sun was shining brightly, and that made all the difference in the world.  As long as the snow and ice stay away, I am totally fine with this cold weather, despite my grumbling about it.

I took the car for a spin and drove it right to the Park.  Just like the other day, I planned to walk, then mosey over to Pagel Avenue before heading home to see if my squirrel returned to “his tree” since I didn’t see him when I walked on Pagel Avenue yesterday.  I figured he had just stayed at the Park for good.

So today, at the conclusion of all my trips around the perimeter path, I was going to go just a few more blocks to hunt out my furry friend.  But, I didn’t need to bother, as guess who was waiting for me, sitting right next to the driver’s side door?  This is where he found me the other day, when unbeknownst to me, he had followed me from Pagel Avenue when I went looking for him.  So, I said “how long were you waiting here for me?” as I quickly poured out some peanuts on the ground next to my shoe.  I obviously forgot that squirrels don’t tell time, and, of course, once I gave him the peanuts, he quickly gobbled a couple down, then took two between his front teeth “to go” … guess I’ll never know where he came from or just how patient that little guy was.

I languished there a few minutes longer, partly to see if my peanut pal would return so I could spoil him a bit more, and I was also enjoying the sun on my face.  Finally, I fished out my keys and left.  I was not in a hurry to come home and deal with the massive carpet of leaves on my lawn, and, like before, none of them were exclusively my leaves.  Grrr.  My only tree, an ornamental maple, has yet to turn red, nor drop a single leaf.

Our Thanksgiving holiday is over much too fast and no matter what you did, hopefully you were surrounded by those people who make you happy.

I’m sorry to see the holiday come to a close – I walked 24 miles over the past four days, bringing my total to 925 miles walked in 2017.

[Image entitled “Thanksgiving – Time For Reflection”; a painting of Autumn leaves by Nancy1730 from Pixabay]

It was breezy and almost balmy as I set out on this third day of the long holiday weekend, which sadly is zipping by all too quickly.

Is there still mayhem at the malls, or, perhaps people are patronizing their local shops for “Small Business Saturday” … or, maybe folks are content to hunker down at home, munch on a turkey and stuffing sandwich and just relax a bit.

I passed on the early morning mayhem this holiday weekend and painted instead.  I wish I could tell you I was creating a masterpiece that could hang on my wall and be admired by many, but, it is not that exciting.

I had an early morning paint session in the basement these last three days, and, most likely tomorrow morning as well.  You long-time followers of this blog will recall the June plumbing disaster where a jackhammer was used to open the drain in the laundry room, resulting in a concave cement mess surrounding the drain, in an area about three by four feet.  I painted that area over the 4^th of July weekend and threw the paint out, knowing there would be no more basement drains opened up again (hopefully in my lifetime anyway).  But, little did I know, that in late October, water would be seeping from the drain under the laundry tub, necessitating a sledgehammer to open that drain to clear it.  The plumbers scraped up the original paint job during the second plumbing debacle, so, here I was, barely getting past the suggested waiting period of thirty days after the cement cured, to return to the same task that consumed four mornings in July.  The paint color this time is Valspar’s “Shiitake” and yes, it is the color of a mushroom.

I’ll tell you that all the walking I do may be good for my cardiovascular health, but it doesn’t keep me limber.  I can confirm that fact at the beginning of every gardening season when I feel like I have been run over by a Mack truck after a day doing yard cleanup.  Climbing down, squatting or kneeling to get to the back of the laundry tub near the wall was simply not doable for me because, if a centipede ran out from a hidey hole, I’d have had a heart attack as I couldn’t scramble to my feet on time.  So, I gerry-rigged a long handle to a paintbrush and painted those faraway places that way and called it done.  But, I still had to bend and reach other places that were more visible, and, a few unused muscles reminded me the morning after the first date with a paint brush, that I should factor some stretching into my exercise regimen.  I really didn’t feel like a slacker, but I guess I am.

Once the paint can was tapped shut and the vinyl gloves discarded, I hurried upstairs to see if that forecasted drizzle had arrived yet.  Sprinkles or drizzle were in the forecast for the early morn, but, being a weekend, I figured I could hold off a little longer before leaving.  After all, I had miles to walk, goals to be accomplished, not to mention a slew of hungry squirrels waiting for me down at Council Point Park.

So,  I waited an hour and good things come to those who wait.  Suddenly there was a sliver of sun and blue sky filtering through the clouds that were quickly disappearing.  So, off I went on a morn that felt balmy and breezy like the first Spring day when you leave the hat at home, unbutton your coat and carry your gloves … well, almost. A girl can dream anyway.  But, the weather sure was better than those bitter cold and blustery days of late.

So … rain, what rain?  Nothing rained on my parade.  Patience was a virtue because I added another six miles to my total miles walked in 2017.

[Image by StockSnap from Creative Commons and Pixabay]

So, admit it – did you go a little nuts at the mall today?

There was a novelty song called “I Yust Go Nuts At Christmas” by Yogi Yorgesson that was popular before I was born.  (And no, “yust” is not a typo.)  If you’ve never heard it before, Google it for a snicker, especially on Black Friday.  My parents had that record, and played it, along with Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” album every year.  I also had my own collection of 45s of kid’s Christmas songs that got equal playtime on the old stereo during the holiday season back when I was growing up.

For some people, going nuts at Christmas is the norm – it IS an extremely hectic pace from now until the old year exits and the new year is rung in.

While everyone headed to the mall to begin (and maybe complete) their holiday shopping at those great Black Friday sales, I opted for a quiet morning, heading to my favorite nature nook.  A few more of the regular walkers were at the Park this morning, probably deciding they over-indulged on Turkey Day, and thus feeling the need to repent and get back on track by walking the loops at the Park.

I took the car for a spin today rather than wend my way to the Park on foot.  When I walk, however, my regular route is all the way down Pagel Avenue, navigating its twists and turns, especially as that street nears River Drive.  There are many trees on Pagel Avenue, ergo there are many squirrels as well.  After my walk, I retrace the same route to walk home.

About a month ago, while walking home from the Park, a fox squirrel came bounding over to see me.  I wondered if he had migrated from nearby Council Point Park, since he wasn’t intimidated by me in the least and made a beeline to climb onto my shoe.

Lucky for him, I had some peanuts left in my Ziploc bag from feeding the Park squirrels, so I laid them out for him near my feet.  He immediately glommed onto them, savoring one right away, then snatching a pair between his two front teeth and running over near “his tree” to hide them.  His paws dug furiously into the still-moist ground, so he squirrelled away those peanuts, and was assured of some treats on a day when peanut pickin’s were slim.

Since that fateful day enroute to the Park, just as soon as I make that last turn on Pagel Avenue, and I am in his sights, he runs over and begs for peanuts.  Then, the little bugger nabs me again on my trip home.  Yes, I could go down another street, but I’m partial to Pagel Avenue.  Besides, I’m such a sucker and I dole out those peanuts willingly.  I must admit, if he doesn’t approach me first, I wiggle the bag and stop and look for him.  Perhaps I am just a little nutty, huh?  Sometimes you forget those squirrels are not pets – those bright eyes staring right through you, the quick swish of the tail, and the trusting disposition – just like your pet dog; he knows I’m not going to harm him.

Trust – it’s all about trust, I guess.  We need more trust in this world, that’s for sure.

So, whether my furry little pal senses a friendly face, or he originated from the Park, he has a good memory, just like the squirrels in the Park who come racing over to my side while I am walking.

But, on this cold morning, I felt badly that I would not see this little squirrel and feed him, and he was probably waiting on me, counting on those few peanuts, so, instead of finishing up at the Park and walking to the car to drive home, I decided to walk a little more, past the parking lot, and over to Pagel Avenue to look for him.  I walked along, shaking the Ziploc bag so he knew I was out and about, since I didn’t see him on the ground.  But, alas – no squirrel.  I took a second look, then headed for the car in the parking lot, a good block and a half away.

As I was unlocking the car door, in my peripheral vision, I saw a squirrel racing to cross River Drive and heading toward me – he stopped right at my feet, and I sweet talked with him a little bit, while my cold hands and heavy gloves fumbled to retrieve and open the bag of peanuts that I had already tucked back into my pocket.  I gave him the contents of the bag – a mother lode of about eight peanuts and said, as if talking to a child, “honey, were you careful crossing the busy street when you followed me back here?

He looked at me and climbed onto my shoe and I guess I melted just a little … cold hands, warm heart.

This week I heard a story on the radio about the benefits of eating nuts – there were many types of nuts mentioned for their health benefits, but the peanuts piqued my interest.  Peanuts aid in memory improvement because they stimulate brain frequencies.  Well … I like peanut butter, but I could use a little help in the memory department so that when I go downstairs for something, I don’t have to come back upstairs to remember what it is I went downstairs for.

Does that happen to you too?

So, going forward, I’ll take my cue from my peanut pals – they gobble up the peanuts and have an awesome memory.  So perhaps, I will pop a few peanuts myself and see where it takes me … a new-and-improved memory, powered by peanuts!

Okay … I’ll concede that family and friends breaking bread together is important too, but, it seems like that lip-smacking turkey does take center stage, doesn’t it?

How did your Thanksgiving Day go – did you gobble ‘til you wobbled?  Time for a long walk then if you did!

Hopefully, the clan of family and friends who gathered at your holiday table are the same smiling faces as the previous year, and there are no empty seats or missing loved ones.

Being an only child, I never knew the joy of a large family, plus, my parents had very few living family members, all which are gone now.

Actually, our Thanksgiving Day was pretty low key when I was growing up.  Because Thanksgiving in Canada is celebrated in October, it isn’t the official kickoff to the entire holiday season like it is here in the States, so, back then it was more about celebrating the harvest and giving thanks.  It also was a welcome long holiday weekend – no school for me, and a day off work for my father, so we did the usual trip to Grandma’s house in Toronto for our feast.  Nanny made the ham dinner and trimmings and my mom always brought the sweets.  In perusing the old family photo albums, I’ve never seen any Thanksgiving Day pictures, so I guess I’ll have to just conjure up those images in my head.

My morning journey was in a near-empty Council Point Park, surrounded by the usual critters.  I hope they were warmer than I was, because it was cold and blustery out as I walked those loops. I thought of all the turkeys roasting in people’s ovens, those warm turkey drumsticks and thighs, but my own thighs got beet red from the cold air that infiltrated my sweatpants!  Note to self: dig out your tights tomorrow morning to wear under your sweatpants.

I walked along, enjoying the peace and solitude before heading home, having garnered a whopping six miles … I sure was on a roll wasn’t I?  I am thankful for my good health and the ability to walk those six miles – I know not everyone is as fortunate health wise, so I never take my good health for granted – ever.

I hope you were blessed to be surrounded by family and friends today and you took the time to make some special memories for this Thanksgiving 2017.

Happy Thanksgiving.

[Image by Kaz (Creative Commons) from Pixabay]

It is the busiest travel day of the year, and, just like the fallen leaves, people are scattered here, there and everywhere.  Consequently, the perimeter path at Council Point Park sure was not one of the most-traveled places.  Unbelievably, there were just a measly two people walking along the trail this morning, and one of them was me!  Because the other walker was leaving as I approached the pavilion area, I walked solo on the trail, except for those pudgy squirrels who came running up to greet me.  Perhaps most of the regular walkers were scurrying around getting last-minute goodies for the holiday table, or were put off by the relentless blustery and cold weather.

I think the Park maintenance crew has high hopes for warmer weather, perhaps that coveted Indian Summer that we never got, because all the picnic tables are still grouped together in the pavilion area.  It looks barren there these days, except for the sparrows who occasionally converge to look for crumbs they may have missed from Park picnics enjoyed long ago.

As to me, I was, and still am, on a mission.  I wanted to reach that 900-mile mark today, and I did just that; in fact, I passed that milestone and ended up with 901 miles by the time I got back home.

I was hurrying along, not just because I was cold, but it is the last day before a holiday weekend, and wanted to get everything off my “virtual desk” before I shut off my work computer, so I could come here and write this blog post.

The upcoming holiday weekend will be four days of dry but cold temps, so I’ll be able to pile on the bulky clothes and bulk up my miles as well … hmm, what will my next goal be?  Do I shoot for the moon and try for 1,000 miles, or be satisfied with 955, which will be 200 miles over my original year-end goal?

I’m ready, willing and able.

But … the rest of this equation depends solely on the weather.

The old gal sure deserves a failing mark for her weather efforts of late.

Saturday was an all-day rainy and ugly day, and, while Sunday started out with just a sliver of sun, while I was at Council Point Park, there was a snow squall that suddenly blew up, complete with graupel, that began bouncing off my clothes, nose, and toes of my walking shoes.  I got soaking wet from departing the trail and traipsing home.

I was not too happy about that, believe me!

I have a sinking feeling that we are going to be cheated out of an Indian Summer this year.

But, I did hit the ground running this morning, just as soon as it was light, to try and recoup lost steps from shaving a loop and a half off yesterday’s trek, and, of course, no steps due to Saturday’s sogfest.  It was downright cold and blustery, but thankfully dry.  I hustled down to the Park, and made my way around the perimeter path, very quickly I might add, because the wind was gusting mightily and the wind chill made it feel like 20 degrees.  The walkers have dwindled once again – just a handful of us were walking this morning.

There were many spots of ice along the perimeter path, but those puckery-looking patches of thin ice were fairly easy to spot and just dodge them, not like the dreaded black ice where you could easily wipe out and take a tumble.

A quick glance toward the Creek showed me there’s no ice yet on the water’s surface, probably because the current was too strong today.  The wind may have been ruffling the feathers on the mallards who gathered there for a morning swim, but they were contently moving along, unruffled by the chilly, no make that cold, temps.  Likewise, the geese were strutting around on the perimeter path and grazing in the still-green grass.

Seeing those ducks and geese made me vow to wear my goose down coat for tomorrow’s walk, so I would be warm and toasty and not shivering.

The weatherman promises a fairly dry weather week ahead – perfect for getting more miles walked, or, for those who must scurry around for their Turkey Day feast or heading off to Grandma’s house for the holiday weekend.  Can it really be Thanksgiving already with just a mere ten days left in this month of November?  It seems we have sped through this eleventh month of the year and soon we will close in on the year 2017.  I am closing in on my next goal of 900 miles as well … just nine miles to go to reach this milestone.

Push, push push.

Puff, puff, puff.

Onward and upward I go!