May 17, 2026
I hate meeting people on the road. No, that's too strong: I dislike meeting anyone on my morning walks. An ideal morning walk is where I meet no one, either on foot, or, in a vehicle. Of course, even though we live out in the sticks, those days are few and far between. Take this morning for example.
So Uno and I got out on the road at 6:30 this morning and the thermometer in the kitchen said it was 68 outside. To my utter joy, we met nobody on the way up, no walkers, not even a car or truck, but on the way back down from Morning Star we encountered an old woman (she's probably two years younger than me) coming towards us with her overfed dog. I was all set to blast on by with a "Great morning, yes?" without even slowing down, but she raised her hand to ask me a question. I reluctantly stopped. "Can I take that road up there by the fence and go that way?" I looked back where she was pointing, and said, "No. I wouldn't. That is Cahava, a major road with lots of traffic. I go up that hill over there, to get my heart rate up." To which she said with some satisfaction, "So that's what wrong with you."
Touche. That is what's wrong with me.
"Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent."
—Walt Whitman
So, does that mean, I whiz by you and don’t see uno? I think not!
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