Another early morning walk, this time I had company, the lovely Docken was on the phone for most of the journey. I gave her a ringy-dingy about 1/4 mile in, as soon as Trains* was over. This also occurred on Tuesday, early evening (except the intro song was Black Dog, live). The evening walk began shortly after 7 PM, was about 40-something minutes long, with temperatures somewhere around 74º-68º and was precisely 2.03 miles long. Okay, I crossed streets to avoid humans about 5 times and I didn't factor that in. That's about 9.5 yards per crossing. So there. This morning's walk, which I should point out required my taking a shower at 5 AM, was certainly less than one hour, was precisely 2.26 miles (3.64 km) long, with a pleasant coolness of precisely 58.6°-59.6º. What's the point? The point (aside from me being anal about measuring shit) is I went for a couple more walks and nothing bad happened.
If I don't wander into the current socio-political climate and I keep my head away from thinking about the avoidable tragedy regarding the loss of 583K people in the United States mostly due to the complete and utter incompetence of a single individual, I felt some sense of normalcy reentering my psyche. Psyche using, more or less, the Freudian definition of the word, the totality of elements forming the mind. Next, let's throw in getting out and getting some exercise. Wow! It's a win-win. I'm still not too fond of other people milling about but hey, was I ever? And eventually, forces willing, that too will improve.
One picture from the PITA phone. This was a WTF for me but it's indicative of city workers or those sub-contracted by the city. I've spoken to some of these people, they've told me, we do as little as possible in order to pass a potential inspection. Here that was, stop the tree from taking out more of the fence. Who cares about how it looks, the general well-being of the tree or what future growth might instill. The fence is to keep people and critters from going up a short embankment above and wandering onto the 101 freeway.
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PS, I think most walks moving forward won't be reported, unless the focus is on photography. Right now the walks have a special significance in building my confidence for breaking free from the bonds of Covid-19. I am parading my liberation. In a sense this report and the previous one revert back to the the beginnings of my writing about my boring walks, later they were much more about efforts in presenting pretty pictures to mostly random viewers. That's where I'd rather be.
I'm glad you're making an effort to get out and walk regularly again. I hope the contusion is improving.
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