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Wally’s Great Adventures (75)

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hello friends, wally here. mom’s gone on a road trip to visit her mom so its the boys home alone for a long weekend. dad and i have been having so much fun. no stupid long walks on hot pavement with mom. Pup cups every single day. dad even shared his steak sandwich with me, wow, that was good. anyway, Dad has been working on his computer all day – – he said he has to fix his blog because something broke and he had more than 20 posts IN SPANISH gibberish that went flying out to his friends. good thing mom wasn’t here, dad was cursing at his machine all day. oh, i also got a boo-boo on my foot, and dad had to put a giant band-aid on it. dad said it’s a good damn thing mom wasn’t here to see everything going to h*ll. that’s all for tonight friends. have a great weekend. Wally.

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Walking. With Luminous Detritus.

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73° F, and it’s 4:15 am. I’ve pulled into the Cove Island Park. 1,159 consecutive (almost) days on this morning walk. Like in a row. That’s right, it’s not a typo. And yes, it’s getting earlier and earlier, despite the sun rising later and later. Look at the Blog Mast. He can’t sleep.

It’s overcast. It’s humid. It’s hot, and this is 4:30 a.m.

I walk.

No, I’m not here this morning to bitch about the weather.

Or my lack of sleep. (A continuing & Growing problem.)

Or the trash that’s left behind all over the park by the growing number of visitors during the summer – SHAME ON YOU! You wouldn’t sh*t in your own house would you? Why here?

Oh no, I’m not going to go on that tirade again. No Sir. It absolutely did not cross my mind (again) to take an iron bar across the hand of the knuckles of the polluter(s). No, I did not think or say that.

Nope, it’s not about trash today, consciously or unconsciously left behind corrupting this walk, not that I needed all that much impetus.

And it did cross my mind, today being Sunday, maybe one should focus on all the good. And I did think deeply about that. On this quiet little walk in my little heaven… I walk a few hundred yards ruminating on that…hmmmm…F*ck that!

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Walking. With Wally & Yet More Great Adventures. (74)

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72° F, and it’s 4:20 am. I’ve pulled into the Cove Island Park parking lot. 1,155 consecutive (almost) days on this morning walk. Like in a row. That’s right, 1,155 days. It’s not a typo.

There’s one other lunatic’s car in the lot, and that’s likely a wee bit too harsh. It could be his neighbor drove him home last night after a few brewski’s. So, in this parking lot, at 4:20 a.m., let’s correct the math: Two cars and one lunatic.

The weather app has been flashing alerts for coastal flooding later in the morning, and the clouds are dark, swollen and ready to let go.

I don’t want to be here. But, I can’t sleep. So, I walk.

But let’s roll the tape back a bit.

The day actually started at 3 am. There’s heavy rustling on the bed. I don’t hear any of the preamble – – that is, Wally breathing heavily, Wally licking his chops, Susan scrambling to get Wally off the bed, off the sheets, off the comforter, over the carpet and onto the wood floor, and the Grand Finale, Wally ejecting a mound of puke, now compost from scat, shit, crap he shouldn’t have been eating from the back yard yesterday.

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No errant spy balloons flying here — U.S.S. in Pursuit (VOLUME UP!)

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Morning Walk

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“notice the dog’s tail wagging, the sound of the dog’s feet clicking on the pavement, the clouds of breath coming out of your dog’s mouth on a cold day”

— Joy Rains, from “The stress secret: 12 ways to meditate – without actually meditating” (The Guardian, Feb 9, 2023)

Video of Wally Walking. VOLUME UP! Thank you Susan.