Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Not my favorite walk
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):
__ First drafts
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...