Having taken the summer off, I’m busy walking with my neighborhood buddies again. We walk Monday, Wednesday, Friday. There are actually three groups out during the 8:30 to 9:30 hour. The bus stop moms walk after the school bus picks up their elementary age kids. These younger moms spend most of their time talking about education issues. I belong to the have kids in college group. We talk more about health related things.
The senior citizens group is a pair of women, both widows, who’ve been strolling through their mornings together for twenty years. They have either figured out all the education and medical stuff or given up trying because they talk about stuff like picking up men. At 9:00 a.m. in our neighborhood the choice is pretty limited—lawn care guys, fellows who drive the garbage trucks, home re-modelers—but these women have their radar on. Good for them!
Tuesday and Thursday, if I walk, I walk alone. It’s good to have time for personal contemplation.
And on the weekend my husband and I walk together. That can be frustrating because he always wants to go someplace new, and he never wants to just turn around to get back home. We have to make some kind of a giant loop. I think it’s a guy thing. We tend to take very long walks on streets with tons of traffic.