I will never get done writing posts about taking walks in Herkimer. I love walking in Herkimer.
Last night, I looked out the window at the sky and said, “We’d better take our perambulation soon, it looks like rain.” We always say “perambulation,” because our dog Tabby knows the word “walk,” and we don’t want her getting too excited too soon. I mean, dogs are ready to just walk out the door, but I have to use the bathroom, put on the right shoes, sometimes put my bra back on, etc etc. Last night, too, I wanted to write two postcards.
I only have two soldiers I’m sending cards to these days, because one is on his way home. Yay! For some reason, I like to send similar cards. I don’t know why; the soldiers don’t know each other so are unlikely to compare notes. Still, perhaps it’s a holdover from growing up with siblings and feeling we should all be treated the same (I know, realistically an impossibility). Last night I chose post cards of Ft. Pulaski in Savannah, GA, a place I have actually visited. I have some post cards I bought just because I liked the picture, and/or to fill out the “3 for” or “4 for” when purchasing. If so, I usually make a note on the back to the recipient. Full disclosure from Mohawk Valley Girl.
When we got outside, I realized it was not about to rain (finally!), but I had completely lost track of time, the sun was going down. Silly me! It was great, though, because dusk is one of my favorite times of day. I’ve heard that some places don’t have twilight. It’s light, then it’s dark. Boom! I wouldn’t care for that. I like the dimmer switch, and I’m glad I live in a place that has one.
After dropping the post cards, we walked on to Main Street and down towards State. We passed a group of college age kids gathered in front of Beanie’s, an eatery I mean to go to and blog about sometime. One of them turned around and said, “Hi, pooch,” to Tabby, but nobody offered to pet her, much to her disappointment.
We walked up Prospect Street, fascinated by a blue light we could see in the distance. Before we actually got to it, I thought I remembered it was a decorative street lamp in somebody’s lawn, but we decided to walk past it to be sure I was right. We passed a bunch of young adults gathered on a porch, listening to loud music coming from a car parked in front. Again, nobody offered to pet Tabby.
We passed the decorative lamp, and it was what I thought I remembered. We saw a couple with a dog up ahead of us, and Tabby looked interested. We easily reached them, because the dog had stopped to sniff at a tree. Both dogs were adjured to behave themselves, and they did. All they did was touch noses. He was a cute little hairy dog, I don’t know breeds. I let him sniff my hand and petted him. He was perhaps a little more interested in Tabby than Tabby was in him. The man petted Tabby, which she enjoyed, and we walked on.
An elderly couple was walking toward us on German Street. I think Tabby wanted to greet them and be best friends. She pulled on the leash, but I held her.
“She loves people,” I explained. The couple smiled and nodded, but Tabby didn’t get any more pets.
By the time we got home it was just about dark. A very enjoyable walk, part of another fine evening in the Mohawk Valley.
Mohawk Valley Girl 