So yesterday I ran after work so I could write my blog post about my run. Today on the way home from work I saw a few flashes of lightning, so I used that as my excuse not to run. It didn’t amount to much, but by the time I knew that I had already showered (I was REALLY stinky after work). What to write my post about? Then I remembered I was going to sent a postcard to a cousin, so thought I would write the card, walk with Tabby to the post office, and write about that. I used to do pedestrian posts all the time. Nobody seemed to mind.
I found a lovely Vermont postcard with bright red trees surrounding a barn. Steven and I plan a trip to Vermont this weekend (preview of coming attractions), so it seemed appropriate. I wrote a message I thought might possibly be legible (no promises there, but at least she can look at the picture) and started looking for my sneakers.
As soon as Tabby saw the sneakers she got excited. Actually, she’s pretty smart so she may even have been excited when she saw me writing the post card. Steven graciously agreed to accompany us.
The temperature had cooled. I guiltily realized it was a good running temperature, but I just don’t feel I want to shower twice in less than two hours. Anyways, walking is good exercise.
We noticed a house for sale that has been for sale before. I wondered if the people who bought it didn’t like it or were house flippers, or even if it had never been sold but just taken off the market so it could later masquerade as a new listing. I read someplace that that is a realtors’ trick.
The post office was closed, but we put the post card in the box outside and felt virtuous about it. We continued down Park Avenue (no, not that Park Avenue). I saw a girl running.
“Good job!” I said. “I was supposed to do that.”
“Thanks,” she said.
Half a block later we saw four people running.
“Now I want you to go catch that girl,” I told them.
“It’ll never happen!” one lady said.
“She’s too fast!” said another.
Half a block later I saw three more runners. One ran up an alley behind a building, but the other two continued towards us.
“Is it a club?” I asked, but nobody answered.
Later on in the walk some pedestrians were walking towards us. Tabby trotted ahead eagerly. She always wants to meet new people. She thinks everybody wants to pet a cute doggy. These people didn’t, though. I said hello. One man greeted me back, but the rest just walked on.
By the time we finished I realized that the humidity was still high, because I felt pretty sweaty for a short easy walk. I hoped that between the runners and walkers I had enough material for a decent blog post. I guess you’ll be the judge. Just to warn you, I am similarly low on ideas for tomorrow’s post. But perhaps inspiration will strike. I hope you’ll stay tuned.
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