I took a walk today, hoping to make a Pedestrian Post with Pictures. Full disclosure: I had a hard time getting started this morning and a hard time getting anything done. The Monday blahs? Could be, but what is my excuse for the rest of the week? However, my purpose here is not to whine but to blog, so let me get on with it.
It is important to me to run or walk every day, for my mental and physical health. Yesterday I did not walk very much but did some work out in the yard so pretended that counted. This morning I could not convince myself to run, and it was afternoon before I finally got out and walked. First I wrote some post cards to a few of my post card peeps. Regular readers may recall that I like to send post cards to people who could use a pick-me-up or that I just want to say hello to. I put them in my bag along with my cell phone, my notebook (the paper spiral-bound kind) and library card (it is on a key chain) in case I ended up at the library. I put on my Garmin and off I went.
It felt good to walk. I saw a dog standing in front of a house and wondered if I should turn town the next street to avoid him. Then I saw his person putting what I thought was doggy doo in the trash. The dog was patiently waiting for him. What a good dog! I didn’t turn.
“He was so nicely waiting for you just now,” I said to the person when I reached them. “What a good dog!”
“He was waiting for you,” the guy said. “He wants to say hi.”
I said hi and asked if I could pet him, and did. He was a very sweet dog. I continued my walk, turning down Main Street. I soon came to Herkimer Reformed Church. That church always fascinates me, because it has a graveyard.
I may walk in and read some of the gravestones one day.
I did not pause long, because I was, after all, walking for my health. I proceeded past Basloe Library, where I did not take a picture, and to the post office to mail my post cards. Then I continued my walk, deciding not to end at the library after all. I got to pet another dog, a cute little puppy. I asked the guy walking him if I could. He said yes, but the dog was a little skittish. He picked him up and said, “You’re OK, Ace.” Ace let me rub his chest a little (most dogs like it when you do that).
I took one other picture. In an overgrown lot, I noticed some cool-looking yellow flowers. I suppose there are apps that tell you what different flowers are, but I don’t know from apps. Maybe I could look for a book on flowers at the library, when I finally get there.
Is it just me, or do they look a little Halloweeny?
I walked for over a half hour and was glad I went. I see I have blathered on for quite some time in the blog post. If you have read the whole thing, I thank you.
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