Applying Foot to Ass…phalt, that is…

My censure of ‘that’ word allowed me to once again pound some pavement this morning.¬† I got my walking shoes all a-fluster, as they’ve been sitting in the shoe equivalent of the penalty box all winter long.

I just did a hockey reference…I’m so proud of me! ūüėÄ

I’m almost afraid, though, that more white stuff is coming.¬† As I was marching up the lawn in front of my employer, one of my co-workers stopped and watched me take those final steps.¬† She told me it was a good thing to see me walking again, because that must mean that s***g is coming.¬† I guess I’m the Robin of work, now.

At least I can blame her if the weather turns again! ūüėÄ

I did make a promise a couple of posts ago to take show off some of the old homes around my area – so, dutifully taking a VERY long route home, I snagged a couple of shots.

Row of pointy roofs

 

First shot…we do so enjoy the turrets in this town.¬† Here’s a pair of them…one the more traditional round, but a square one right next to it.¬† Hopefully, there will be green around them soon!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Making my way up College Avenue, here’s a beautifully maintained little stone cottage-type of house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Painted Lady

Well, I did promise an old Victorian Painted lady…I didn’t want to disappoint.¬† This is one of the first centurion homes I fell in love with when I moved to Waukesha.

 

 

 

 

 

Carrol College

This has to be one of my favorite shots of the day…the sky was such a rich blue, and the building, while a newer one (I think) mirrors the older stone all around the college area.

 

 

 

 

All in all, I think the walk home was a good 2 miles and change to go through the Carroll College area.¬† I can’t wait to take ya’ll down some of the other residential streets in my town ūüėÄ

 

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Wordless? Wednesday

Hey…look at that!¬† They’ve got a nifty day of the week where bloggers are just supposed to post pictures, without any of those complex verbs, nouns, or conjunctions.

Oops…I dun did wurds.¬† My bad…

I did get to walk to work yesterday.¬† The weather was supposed to be a bit damp and chill in the morning, but nicer for the walk home…so I braved it out, a couple of layers in the morning that I could stuff in the backpack on the way home.

 

I just about froze my ass off…which may have been a good thing for the whole weight loss thing…but not so good for the actual walk home.

But, I survived, and managed to find one interesting thing to point my camera at while I was at it.

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I’m still giggling over this…because all I can hear every time I look at this picture is

“Someday…when I’m ALLLLL growed up!!!”

 

Don’t Tell ANYONE!

Especially the little old lady who’s in charge of the weather…I’ve come to the time in my year when I start obsessively watching the weather…

 

And I’ve got a couple of days this week where I should be able to hoof it to work again!

 

Yea, I’m pretty excited at the prospect of once again pounding the pavement before and after I spend 8 hours in an office chair staring at the spreadsheets from hell.

One of the nicer hells, though…not the 7th…

So watch this space…you never know what I’m gonna find when I’m out in the wild ūüėÄ

 

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Hoofin’ it.

Plans went…according to plan, which is an odd occurrence for me.¬† Yesterday morning was crisp and a bit frosty (well, the grass was, anyway) but once I got to moving, the layers started to come off.

First the gloves…hands

 

 

 

 

Then the scarf…20180227_165244

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the jacket got opened up.20180227_164059

 

 

 

 

Well, it DID get zipped back closed a bit later once the wind hit…but trivialities!

 

Ooooo – I can’t convey how MUCH I’ve missed the quiet time of the walk in to work, and the trek back from the office in the afternoon.

And…I don’t want to jinx things here…but I SAW A ROBIN!

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Once we start seeing robins, it means spring has come.

All I can do is share the pics ūüėÄ

 

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A Walk on the Wild -Powder Room- side…

I’ve pretty much solidified my walking route home…when I get to walk, that is. ¬†We’ve had a lot of wet weather so far this summer. ¬†Last week, I got 2 clear days to walk – the remainder of the week had rolling storms consigning me to watching the world through streaky windshield wipers. ¬†This week was a bit better…but I think my demon-weather summoning fat cells are continuing their spell work.

On the (not) plus (-size anymore) side – I had to make another journey to Goodwill and St. Vincent de Paul for smaller pants – the 16’s finally got to the point of ‘I don’t need to unbutton the fly to take them off.’ ¬†I stocked up on some funky shirts while I was there. ¬†I may actually LIKE going clothing shopping again. ¬†Three cheeses for Ketosis!!!

Hip Hip Havarti!!!!  Hip Hip Havarti!!!!  Hip Hip Havarti!!!!

Some of my more dirt-minded (NOT dirtY-minded…watch the difference :D) co-workers have started to lament on the status of their gardens. ¬†Vegetable gardens all over the area are starting to look pretty sad with all the moisture coming down. ¬†Plants need sunshine as well as water, and they’re starting to REALLY need a few hot, sunny days.

I hope things turn around, for Erica’s Garden’s Sake. ¬†Cucumbers should be cherished!

Aaaaaanywaaaaaaaaaaay….

Today’s walk started out pretty normal. ¬†Some sunshine peeking through the clouds, a bit of a breeze, a selection of my favorite tunes queued up on my iPod.

Through the industrial leg.  Check.

Past the Greenspace.  Check.

Homage given to the Fox River….Check.

It’s that witchy thing, where I bow to the river. ¬†Just go with it…

Down into Bethesda Park….check.

Now wait a minute…what’s THAT?

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No…not that. ¬†THAT…

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There…on the light post…

 

OH MY GAWD!

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It can’t be…but it is…

That innocent little cup from work…the one that broke containment a couple of months ago…is now stalking me on my walking route!

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Walkabout Down Memory Lane

I may have mentioned I started walking to work this spring…

 

Ok…so I’m kinda obsessed, and ya’ll get to share.

This morning, I was passed by a commuter on roller skates.  She was a middle-aged lady, wore a fairly standard backpack, and sported a bright pink helmet with matching knee and elbow pads.  The wheels on her skates may have matched the bright pink of the rest of her ensemble, but had been darkened slightly from use.

She was also on the street – which is a hell of a lot smoother than the sidewalk I was currently pounding.

I had to giggle just a bit – but not loud enough to put her off her stride. ¬†I’d hate to cause an accident with my rather hard-to-explain mirth.

See – I did the roller skate thing a long time ago.

Remember wavy

Look out!!!! It’s the ‘memory shimmer!’

I officially became a teenager in the tender year of 1980.

but I’m still 29 thanks to ‘female’ maths

In this year of big, permed hair, screen-printed satin jackets, and eye-blistering neon-colors Рone of the biggest social gathering places for those newly minted teens was the skating rink.  There, you could blithely roll your heart out on a stretch of perfectly level, perfectly straight, and perfectly clean poured concrete, while the punk music blasted out of the speakers and stage lights flared, spun and flickered across the painted expanse.

All your classmates were there, too…doing what teens do worst – attempting to flirt with the opposite sex.

Well, except for me.  I was more interested in actually skating.

At this age, I didn’t yet understand the biological Human directive to form pair bonds…

I had a pair of rink skates. ¬†Not the little metal numbers you had to screw onto your shoes (although I owned a pair or two of those, too…) – but a real pair of above-the-ankle leather boots with the wheel assembly permanently bolted onto the hard sole. ¬†I dressed ’em up with hot pink wheels, neon-purple, sparkly laces, and pink/purple puffballs strapped to the toes. ¬†I even had a bright blue satin jacket with the rink’s name screen-printed across the back.

The rink was within walking distance of home, and I went there every chance I could. ¬†Not that there were a lot of chances in 1980. ¬†The parent’s divorce was final, and Mom had moved back to the ‘ancestral’ part of Wisconsin with my and my little brother in tow to work a 2nd shift job in a nursing home. ¬†Guess who got the responsibility of making sure I and my little 10 year old brother had food at night?

I can still wield a can opener with the best Olympiads!

So 1980 was memorable, if only for the year I got my first ‘real’ skates, learned how to heat up cans of food, and realized I had little awareness of or interest in the whole boy/girl attraction thing.

I loved my skates though…they represented freedom & frivolity!

Now…I’m just gonna fast-forward through the remains of the 80’s. ¬†The fashion trends are starting to make a comeback, anyway, so why remember when I can just look out a window and see the same stuff on the street?

Yea!!! ¬†I’m 20. ¬†Out on my own for the first time eveah! ¬†Just me and my wits against the rest of society!

Damn…this sucks. ¬†

A broken-down car, some mother-fu*k3#! stealing my bicycle, less than $50 in the bank, a tiny efficiency apartment with a lecherous landlord, a job waiting tables in an extremely depressed segment of the US…

Yea…I had to walk to work. ¬†But, unlike now…back then I resented having to do it. ¬†I’d rather have had wheels.

Can you see where I’m going with this? ¬†I HAD wheels – my old trusty freedom-loving skates. ¬†And, unlike the bicycle that went off on its own, the skates I could bring inside the restaurant for protection against the tender mercies of the more ‘unsavory’ elements in town.

So I skated to work once…

 

 

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ONCE!

It didn’t go so well. ¬†First…I was out of practice. ¬†Second, the sidewalks had cracks and pits and ankle-breaking perils (sticks, small stones, various debris) randomly scattered about. ¬†Third – curbs. ¬†Do you know how difficult it is to step off a curb with wheels strapped to your feet???

Lastly Рthere was traffic.  Both other pedestrians and actual cars.

There were no cars in the Skate-Rink…and everyone rolled the same direction.

Welcome to real life!

 

I did survive that trip in to work…sweaty and shaking but intact and unbroken. ¬†At the end of that shift serving grouchy people burgers & fries…mopping up various spills and cleaning tables that the public left incredibly messy – I didn’t even bother lacing the skates back on. ¬†I just looped ’em over my shoulders and walked back to my little shelter.

I don’t think I ever wore my skates again.

 

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Somebody Order an Ark?

We had a weather-event in Wisconsin last week Tuesday.  It got wet.

Really wet.

Really, REALLY wet.

Dinosaur weather

I remember 2 ladies at work not able to make it in, as they were flooded in.  I remember one lady who managed to get TO work getting a news push, citing the dam that was 2 blocks from her house had failed.

(for the record…everyone ended up safe, as sane as before, and semi-dry…)

I remember having to drive to work, as I don’t own a wetsuit or flippers.

I also remember walking to work the day after the stormage pounded through…because I had to detour. ¬†Bethesda park’s walking path was flooded. ¬†Now…I could get ON the footbridge spanning the Fox River…but I couldn’t get off it.

Here’s a couple of shots

 

This one, taken earlier in the spring, the Fox River is firmly in it’s banks, you can see the walking path winding all the way across the park.20170508_165502

Here’s the shot from the same vantage point. ¬†You can see where the water has totally covered most the path.

Flood July 2017 Bethesda Park

This morning when I once again donned my walking shoes and set off…I thought I’d at least see where the water now was in the park, and see if I could now get through.

Almost success!

I can now get onto the park grounds from the footbridge, but I have to go straight up the hill instead of the walking path down by the river. ¬†I call it ‘Taking the High Road.’

I’ll take it whatever way I can get it ūüėÄ

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No (ah) Ark Required!