Summer is crawling on. It has been a beastly hot year but this past week has been a welcome reprieve of lower temperatures and humidity. Walking has been much more pleasurable.
I’m sure I have mentioned before that I walk individually with two friends, Keelyody and Jip the Farm Dog.. Ironically, they live in the same neighborhood. Walking with a partner makes all the difference for me, I would otherwise use any excuse to not walk by myself. Many current events and personal issues are hashed out walking these weekly miles. And with the majority of our country in disarray at the moment, you can imagine there are many words being used! Keelyody and I have joked that we should have a podcast so others can weigh in and work with us to solve all the problems of the world 🙂
I don’t understand why the first thing that wears out on my walking shoes is the padded thingy at my ankle/ heel. Soles are fine, tops look brand new, shoelaces still intact (I remember as a kid that shoelaces were a big problem, not sure why. Inferior product? I haven’t had a shoelace break or the plastic end thingy come off in YEARS) padded thingy; looks about decades old, all worn out. 😦 At least it’s not giving me a blister yet, because when that happens they will have to be put next to my last pair, that still look perfectly fine, on the shoe rack. The only time I wear them is when I weed, and I can’t imagine how many years it will take to wear out the tops of two pair of walking shoes just by weeding.
Do you ever wonder why someone can take a perfectly good invention and feel it needs to be improved upon? When I was young, most cars had crank windows in the car. I remember being enthralled when my Mom met my Dad and he had a pointy white car that had automatic windows. He had convinced us that the only way to get them to work was to say “ALAKAZAM!”, and they would magically go down and up!! Amazing!! Just a few short years later, most new cars had automatic windows, but it was never quite as exciting when you didn’t have to say the magic word. Fast forward to adulthood, and it’s been a really long time since I have cranked a window down, and I have been perfectly happy to have to hold the button down to let in the amount of air of my choosing. So who was the genius who decided that it’s an all or nothing deal? Just because I push the button, doesn’t mean I want the window all the way down! What woman wants full throttle window air if she has already done her hair? Is it necessary to have that herky jerky, push/pull episode to get the window cracked to get the amount of airflow I might actually need? I actually yelled at the window yesterday after walking, “I WANT TO MAKE MY OWN DECISION!!!”
Have a good weekend.