Month: November 2018

So as we are walking along, my Momma and I,  we see them…all kinds…taking up space, in an already crowded world…but then again…who am I to say, you ask?  Let me tell you more…about…. The Birds and the Bees and the Flowers and  the Trees…and Momma.

More often than not my Momma in In-Her-Own-World, possibly thinking outrageous things like…who decided blue was blue…the sky…a scientist…a farmer…who knows what goes on in her distracted mind??? 

As we meander up, down and sideways (sometimes), my 360 degree head tilt  is firmly in place. With my exaggerated  ability to smell and hear at extremely long distances, I spy well dressed Jim-Morrison-Would-Be bearing down on us, with a pent up amount of tall tales to tell…if only we have the time to stop and listen…seems we don’t…

Momma’s polite, yet stiff upper lip response to Jim-Morrison-Would-Be’s overtures are as noticeable as if she took out a Billboard over there on the 401 where trapped motorists read them just to pass the time as they wile away in the Stop-and-Go Traffic…(mostly stopped).

Then I see Rocket Man approaching on his Scooter, with his non-descript scruffy looking grey brindle terrier that I call Groucho because he has a very poor attitude even for a male dog….but I like the Rocket Man who aces at scratching my ears and apparently Momma doesn’t mind him either, because she actually manages a rather limited, maybe three or four sentence conversation with him.

As we head on up the street, I see the Silent-One hit the sidewalk with his big old mixed retriever who plods along as if he is only going out for this walk just to please his Master…they both appear frightened of me and Momma because every time they sees us coming, they automatically the street.  Momma tried nodding at the Silent One…who is  not only silent but it seems even a social nod is beyond his ability…not sure what is going on with that, but the people he live with will greet Momma so…guess the Silent One has taken a Vow of well…Silence.

But the most dangerous Two Footed we might meet are Bikers on the sidewalk, silently approaching full tilt, as if racing in the Cycling Team Pursuit in the Olympics for the Gold Medal….You are lucky …most fortunate indeed, if they are approaching you…not coming up behind you, expecting you to jump off the sidewalk at the same speed that they are cycling. 

Case and point, a couple of days past, two students on bikes were approaching…the first bike rider (a teenage girlie, no less), barreled straight for us. Even though we had flattened ourselves like Sylvester as in games with Tweety Bird, to the side, we had to jump off the little space we occupied on the sidewalk, to someone’s lawn.  The second rider, a young male, obviously embarrassed, realizing why some bikers get bad raps, slowed his speed and thanked us for moving over.  Some Momma’s do a fine job of teaching their children manners…in this case, good manners..

From where I stand (on my lofty Know-It-All-Ladder-of-Life), seems Momma relishes the days we go walking wherein it is only us and Nature, wandering around a world devoid of the living, breathing, aggravating Two and Four Footed…where, if you listen closely you can hear trees whisper, see flowers dance, listen as rocks scream out, ‘Look at me’…..making you One with the Universe…focused, inspired, rejuvenated …at peace within the core …forever more.

I feel ya, Moma, I feel ya….more of  that…less of them .. works for me!