Most of the time these walks aren’t exactly leisurely strolls. Sam walks faster than most people run and keeping up with him can be a challenge - even for me. But as fast as they are, the walks are enjoyable nonetheless. Not only is it good for us to get out of the house - and pretend we’re getting some exercise - but often, the weather is comfortable and almost fall-like.
Often, that is, except for this last weekend.
I don’t remember what the temperature was this past Saturday morning, but I’m pretty sure the humidity level was somewhere around one hundred and forty percent.
Going for a walk on a morning like this was borderline insane and unfortunately, it was my own insane idea. Other than the company, the walk was not a lot of fun. Knowing that some of us were unhappy about it (including me) made it even less fun-er.
Regardless, we made it there and back - more or less ok. Like usual, Sam managed to keep up his mile-a-minute pace the entire way and back - this, despite the fact that clearly, someone had screwed up by coming up with this lame idea in the first place (and swears it won't happen again).
I like to think that maybe his anger motivated him to walk even faster than usual - in much the same way an old locomotive was motivated to go even faster when someone shoveled coal into the roaring fire of the burning hot engine.
I know this really wasn't the case, but I find these types of simplistic rationalizations help me to deal with situations like this.
I was going to post a photo of an old locomotive billowing black smoke out of it's stack, and make a heavy-handed allusion to how Sam was feeling on this sweltering hot morning - but I don't own any photos like that. Instead, I'll post this photo, taken at a previous, more enjoyable Farmer's Market a couple of weeks ago. To better appreciate ambiance of last weekend, pretend that Sam is standing there, sweating profusely, making infrequent semi-frustrated comments, and has heavy black smoke billowing out of his ears.
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