Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Not my favorite walk

Stickied Introduction:

In order to prepare for a two week trip with my lovely wife to Rome it is necessary for me to write 20 blog posts ahead of time. I don't have a lot of time to do this. I'm not sure I actually have any time to do this. But I have made a sacred charter, somewhere, I think, that says I must post a new blog post everyday. So I wanted to put a stickied explanation of the desperation of my plight at the top of each of my next twenty blog posts.

I am hoping this will explain why my comments might be (checked (X) as appropriate):

__ Brief

__ Incoherent

__ First drafts

__ Silly

__ Unfinished

xx In a foul mood due to writing too many blog posts

__ Borderline plagiarized from someone else

__ Borderline plagiarized from myself

__ Petty about the Internet

__ Pandering to the reader

__ Technically illegal in the country of Turkey

__ Ending abruptly

__ Too frank by half

xx Pretty much just the lyrics of some song I like

__ Actually a lot like any of my regular blog posts

This particular post is:

15 of 20

End of Stickied Introduction

Oh man, is it ever beautiful out this evening. I went for a walk and the whole neighborhood was out. It smelled of flowers. The dogs were off their leashes, tails wagging. Multi-generational families gathered on the sidewalks. Bikes outnumbered cars. People barbecued chickens and pleasant breezes wafted the news. Bunnies scampered without fear and scarlet birds preened themselves in the freedom of Spring.

I didn't like it.

I just wanted to walk and think about why I was in a bad mood, but I couldn't concentrate. People sitting on their porches listening to What a Wonderful World on cheap old portable tape players kept waving and smiling at me. I don't want to nod a greeting. Do I have to nod a greeting? After all, I wandered into the street to get as far away from them and their children and their dogs and their smiles as possible.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do...

Oh, whatever.

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