Gone are the days of drinking multiple cans of my beloved Cokes on a daily basis. I’ll miss you, my caffeinated, fizzy, liquid sugar bombs! Those first few days without you created wicked headaches! Thankfully, I’m past all of that. Will pita chips and hummus take your place in my life? No. No they won’t. But I must move on. I’m sure you understand. It isn’t you, it’s me! Or technically, my blood.
Hanging out on the sofa while TV surfing is a thing of the past as well. Will walking feel better than sitting on my butt watching re-runs? It will if I lose enough weight so that I can wear really awesome clothes and look smashing in them! I visualize looking into the mirror at a much thinner and healthier version of myself in something spiffy from oh, I don’t know, say The Sundance Catalogue (I’ve never bought anything from there before) and saying, “Worth every craving, every ounce of sweat and every penny!” I have until late April to save enough to actually get myself a little sump’n/sump’n for a job well done. MOTIVATION. Now I just have to do it.
In the meantime, I’ve walked early in the morning and around 10 PM, which is too late to be walking alone. It’s August in Texas and too hot to walk between the hours of 10 AM and 9 PM. Therefore, I plan on indoor mall walking this month. Maybe I’ll find others there with a like mindset as I race up one side and down the other in the airconditioned malls in my area. Why limit myself to just one place when we have several close by to traverse and explore. Who knows what I’ll see on these daily jaunts — beautiful, expensive things, I bet. More than that, I’ll be looking for interesting fodder to write about. Now that’s what I call killing two birds with one stone!
Speaking of birds and interesting fodder, I was walking after dark a few nights ago and found a dead bird under the streetlamp at the corner of our block. Didn’t get to take a picture because I didn’t have my phone with me. I wasn’t about to walk all the way home and back again! I may have to exercise, but I’m not about to overdo it!
(Note to self: make sure you carry your phone with you on your walks from now on!)
Also, I couldn’t decide if a large, dead bird would be of interest to any of my readers.
I see dead squirrels all the time, but a large, dead crow is a much more unusual find. I don’t see many around that are living, much less dead. Grackles, yes, but not crows. Thankfully, I didn’t see any gore that may have suggested an animal attacked it nor any indication of what may have caused its demise; so I have no idea why it ended up where it did. It couldn’t have been there for long. It was just lying there on its side with its eye staring into the beyond, in all of its head-to-tail splendor, dressed in inky black magnificence, healthy looking…only not so much.
Apparently, I got to it before the vultures or other predators. Something else for which I’m thankful. Even so, it’s a good thing I’m not a super superstitious person. Otherwise, I might have taken this as some kind of evil omen. Since I’m changing my thought patterns to stress less, I will not travel down the mental path of thinking I might have encountered a foretelling of bad things to come.
Okay, too late. I’d already thought about it, so I figured I might as well look it up. Couldn’t help myself. Baby steps. According to the site, Symbolism and Metaphor, when coming across a dead crow, “It is also sometimes considered to be symbolic of a bridge between the living and the dead, or a sign of new opportunities coming your way.”
Wow. Glad I looked it up now. How apropos given my current circumstances. The crow may be an omen; but a good one. I like the idea that someone on the other side is sending me a message that new opportunities are coming my way. I just wish this poor bird hadn’t been the harbinger. Unfortunately, I can be a little obtuse at times, so I suppose I can understand having to throw a dead animal in my pathway to get my attention — as long as this was a one-time thing. Also, if someone from the other side was, indeed, reaching out, I wonder who it was?
I will do my best to not let that bird’s death have been in vain by taking full advantage of the next wonderful opportunity with which I’m provided. I hope that whoever else may have come across that poor winged creature will do the same.
When I’m looking for stuff to write about, something usually comes up — just, usually, not dead. So as “the interesting, unexpected or unusual” appears in my life, especially when I’m walking, you’ll be the first to know. I haven’t been to an indoor mall since — well, I think it was before the pandemic. Can’t wait to get back in a groove and do a little window shopping as I get my daily steps in.
What is something you’ve encountered on a walk (or whatever) that was interesting, unexpected or unusual?
Have you ever tried “mall walking?”
Where is your favorite place to walk and why?
Have a great week, my wayward friends!