Today’s walk wasn’t very long. Nor was it purposeless. Its goal was the tailor shop from which I had ordered cloth masks to wear during the pandemic. I don’t enjoy them—they are hot and they make my beard itch and my glasses foggy—but if they help slow the spread of the novel coronavirus, those are minor inconveniences.
Before we turned for home, we found an ice-cream shop that was open. I ended up with a cone of bourbon-and-pecan flavour. It was delicious and the southern theme went along with today’s warm spring weather.
Today I tried to pay attention to the sidewalk’s signs and wonders: all those scribbles and stampings that mean (or meant) something to someone, even if they suggest little or nothing to me. Perhaps this is one way to approach walking in the city: to focus on one thing at a time. Today, marks on the sidewalk; perhaps tomorrow, house numbers, or messages from one of the utilities, or pieces of wood imitating dead birds, or discarded rubber gloves, or some mixture of all of those.
At least you were out! Ice cream? First warm day there in months…you deserve it! Looking forward to seeing your mask on you next week😇😷
Geoff
I’ll have to take a virtual bus if I don’t get walking. I have a lot of jobs to do this week, I’ve discovered!