|12 degrees above zero in January! Who are they trying to kid?|
Let's get back to how this relates to my story....I had taken it upon myself to protect myself from freezing to death in Nebraska by packing on a few (I am being conservative in my description) layers of fat. My tact was to emulate a bear readying itself for hibernation. While hubby assures me it wasn't that much, I have since sent recommendations to the US government to appoint him to a post as a US Diplomat. By the time I hit Dallas, (literally hit, kerplop) Dallas, I had some serious poundage to address. So, I enlist a neighbor to start a walking campaign with me. In earlier posts you might remember her as Texas Pal. Texas Pal and I start slowly but after a few months we are clicking off 4.8 miles every (EVERY) morning in a little under an hour. We both were back to our fighting weight in no time. (who wouldn't lose some LBs walking in 100+ degree weather?)
During those 6 years most of the homes along our walking route got familiar with us cruising by at 6 AM and people could set their watches by us. It was rather fun on rainy days all the people that would come out and offer us umbrellas and such. We had a reputation as the nuts that always walked.
Then in 2005, hubby and I decided to move to Kansas to be near family. (In case you are wondering, it wasn't that we were missing the cold snowy winters). Texas Pal and I came up with the ingenious idea of cell phone walking. I bought a second cell phone and put it on a Family Plan and shipped it to her. We both purchased Bluetooth headsets and at 6 AM, Texas Pal gives me a call and off we go.
Now this is the part that gets interesting. I have been walking this same route in Kansas for 6 years now and people are still confused by me. I think, they think that I am a crazy woman talking to myself. No one is all nicy-nice like the Texas folk. Kansas is more the eyeing-me-suspiciously folk. In fairness to Kansans, I don't think this is because they aren't friendly. I think that is because they don't understand who I am talking to. ALTHOUGH, I have been hit twice by cars. (not enough to kill me) and chased by more than once by dogs while the owners looked on. I am pretty sure they feel the need to discourage me from walking by their place on the outside chance I am schizophrenic.
WELL, TODAY I MADE A BAD SITUATION WORSE
I have been passing this tree...ex-tree for a couple of months now. At first I thought the owners were just cutting it down but as the weeks have gone on, I am thinking they are making some type of artistic statement. Not sure really but the fact it hasn't changed for a number of weeks, it has my curiosity up. I decided to take a picture on my way by BUT just when I went to click my Iphone, a guy walks out the front door in his underwear. (presumably to collect the KC Star)
As, I was somewhat at a loss for words, I told Texas Pal to hang on while I try to explain myself. No explanation really was coming to mind. Do I say, "hey Mister, this is one ugly tree thing you have going on here." OR do I say "What the heck buddy? Can't you pull on some pants before coming out here? OR "Mister, I am NOT a stalker! I was taking a picture of your ugly tree not your ugly body."
What I did was quickly put my phone back into my pocket and hightail it down the street. I told Texas Pal not to be surprised if a police car wasn't on it's way. Luckily I got home before I got a peeping Tomess charge levied against me.
So it goes...If you ever come to Olathe, KS and you see a woman talking to herself at 6AM, rain or shine, stop and say hi. Please don't hit me with your car or give me the "crazy lady talking to herself" stare.
I am not walking in Memphis but if I would be there at some point, I will be talking on the cell phone with Texas Pal.
The Good for the Day....Good friends that get up early every morning for 12+ years
The Bad for the Day.... Suspicious minds
The Weird for the Day.... I have developed a little pal on my walk. I haven't gotten a good picture of him because by the time I pull my Iphone