Spring has Sprung, It's in The Air

Life seems funny.

There comes a time to think.  Generally this is when you are not doing something specific, like trying to hold a job, or caring what kind of oil goes in your car, or whether or not that light is green or does it have a blue tint.....when those types of things strike your mind, bang, your done.   There is very little to think of then, as your mind is preoccupied with that forethought that seems so real at the time.

The best time for thinking, if there is a best time, for me, is while I am out and about on my walk.  Today was a lot of thinking....downtown out to the cemetery, twice around, then Sioux down  to Blue Starr, out to Claremore Lake, (stop for water, chug chug, it was six miles by then) then Claremore Lake from front to back and back over halfway to the middle, up through the soccer fields (two larger curves, up hill most of the way) then across the road, down by the city's gym, across under the water tower, around  past the High School, then turn on Florence, go clear up past the Dr.'s office, hospital on the right, kidney place on the left, back across Blue Starr, down to the four way stop, up three blocks over one and bang, your home.  More water More Water More Water.....

Anyway, manage to walk....wearing head phones.....listening to Pandora (a wonderful bit of cell phone/computer technology) the Lyle Lovett collection, which includes a bunch of singers from "back in the day" to the new singers, that sing older style of music.  Some of the music makes all the sense in the world and some of it seems weird as can be, but they are all tunes from people I know.  This is important...because you have the opportunity to think extra hard IF you know the music you are listening to. That and if your headphones cut out enough ambient noise, you run the direct risk of being killed on the road because you can't hear the semi-truck rolling up Blue Star Drive.

Back to thinking....now your set....summer or winter, that is all apparent in the clothes you wear, but none-the-less, you have your music on, the world cut out, and your feet moving at 4 miles an hour (pretty quick walking for fat guys) and on to the more important things....like thinking.

The thoughts fly in and out of a thick head.  They can be something so important as the feeling that if I can capitalize on this thought, I will put money in my pocket and food on my table....no no, that rocks hit me right on the bottom of my foot and....they sure have a pretty headstone...Culliver seems an Irish name...I wonder if it is exactly and Irish name or is it more Celtic in its origin...what was that man's name that I met while in Ireland working at that little marina, that was a cool restaurant....the windows opened up to the lake and you could see the walkway all around it, with geese swimming and people on their bikes, and....that was a neat little restaurant...or bar...no PUB that was it...used to be a railroad engine repair shop, with spin around tracks...right where there was now a fireplace that burned gentle wood, and people sat around the fire and dadgummit, another friggin rock again, oh there is a snake at the edge of the chain link fence there, and his eyes are one way and it seems like it was the other way they sat that brought about poisonous...well there is a street here...gad dang all those cars coming that way...that's ridiculous, oh and there is one on the opposite side  at that crooked sign with his blinker on....well we can allways ....go go go man....ahh you ran across the intersection...heh heh heh......

And this kinda crap keeps going for three hours and twenty minutes of walking...sometimes quick, sometimes slow, sometimes it means something, but it all keeps your favor up so to speak.....

Most days aren't like this...you have the option of walking not so far...keeping the blood moving through the entire body, making your hands feel normal, and some days it just feels the best to keep going.   Oh, and I mowed the lawn when I got home....time to relax....