January 20th, 2015
|08:35 am - Small-Town Morning Walk|
Master Danger and I went out in the cloudy cool morning at our usual time today. Just another Tuesday walk to get the jitters (his, mostly; mine, a bit) out.
"Morning! Not too cold today," said my neighbor when we caught up with him and his big, gentle black-and-white dog. "But it's the coldest month."
"Yes, coldest week in the coldest month," I said, and smiled, and then watched them walk away to greet the sweet bichon frise and his owner. Master Danger does not socialize. We moved on.
We ran down the small incline on the other side of the park. As we slowed, I saw on the other side of the street a bundled-up adolescent, stomping down the sidewalk, and a panicked mother running after the adolescent, saying "Why are you mad? Stop, look at me. Why are you so mad?" The adolescent began to growl, as if all words were gone, as if the world was too much for him or her. "Why are you so mad?" the mother kept repeating, as Master Danger and I walked on.
A block later we passed the two Jack Russell terriers who bark maniacally at Master Danger every time they see him. This day the barking was especially pronounced, and the young master sent them a baleful glare and an aggressive bark of his own. The JRTs' owner and I exchanged head-shakes and smiles. We kept going.
We did our loop through downtown, through the grey morning just barely touched with sun. As we got a block away from the house, just on this side of the park, we paused at an intersection. A green minivan, its driver chatting on a cellphone, pulled a left without a signal and sped around the corner in front of us; she missed her lane completely and came a foot away from me and Master Danger. She sped up. She kept going.
Two doors down from my house I saw the neighborhood can-picker, an older man wrapped up warm against the cold, checking all the recycling bins. I didn't have mine out yet, but he knows that I am a plentiful source of Diet Coke cans. Master Danger and I went inside, and a few moments later came a knock at my door. "Hey, honey, you got any cans for me today?" the can-picker said, rolling the edge of his sack nervously. When I fetched the bin, he took it from me and thanked me. "I'll set it out for you."
Just another small-town morning walk. It's the coldest month here, and a day full of clouds. Why are you so mad?
May you keep going today, and may there be sun.
Wonderful walk. I think I've been that mother...and probably we've all been the Jack Russells from time to time. Nice that Diet Coke has other benefits.
Dog-walking brings benefits we cat-petters never realize.
I suspect the adolescent was somewhere on the autism spectrum, but I wasn't sure and didn't want to stare.
And yes, dogs require getting out in the world where cats don't. But both have their positive points. :)
Cheers to you today and tomorrow!
|Date:||January 20th, 2015 03:58 pm (UTC)|| |
You always paint such beautiful word-pictures.
Thank you, A! Hugs to you today and tomorrow. :)
We do have sun today :) And it's fairly mild out (for Calgary in January).
Sun is a good thing in an Alberta winter! I hope you enjoyed to the fullest. :)
Cheers and more sun to you!
|Date:||January 20th, 2015 05:58 pm (UTC)|| |
Hugs back, mate!
Happy middle of the week, too. :)
::shakes a fist at the green minivan::
The minivan incident was really scary, I have to say.
Cheers and hugs to you!
that was gorgeous.
Hugs right back at you, H_P, and thanks for reading!
I loved reading that this morning, L. Wish I'd seen it yesterday. And WTH, minivan--should have at least slowed down to check that all was well!
Hugs for a Wednesday!
Hugs for almost Thursday, F!
(And the minivan was far too close for comfort.)
I love taking virtual walks with you and Master Danger since I don't actually have to get up early to do it!
The scariness of thoughtless drivers makes me instantly mad, I find. Fear is a great anger-inducer.
We have sun, although I wish for rain.
Glad that you don't have to rise early if you don't want to! I've gotten to the point (after many years with dogs) that I don't know what to do with myself if I try to sleep in.
I hope good rain comes your way.