Another pretty morning, another day of covid19 to square off with. As I walked down the driveway to 7th at 6:30 am, I realized how I keep expecting change, or rather, a return to how things were. A net gain of change, as it were.
Yet, honestly, the view down my driveway to the police headquarters across from me has been the same for years.
[The unchanging view]
I walk early enough not to experience a lot of traffic anyway, so if there is, now, less traffic at 6:30 am than there used to be, well it still seems to be about the same amount that I came across on my 5:30 am walks so there is no net difference for me or Keely.
I think she likes the sleeping in an hour, though — never a morning dog, she will mostly laze about until 7 am if I let her. She only wants to rise with the dawn! And I really can’t blame her.
I’m going to have to come up for a “couple name” for the two white guys who walk together every morning, and live in Los Robles. I am fairly certain that they are not an actual couple but clearly have been friends for a while (one of them I met on a walk a few years ago, and lives alone, and I think wanted to date me, much to my horror. I have no desire to date). They are both possibly a bit older then me, in their 50s or early 60s I would guess. Now I have a project: find a witty name for them!
The park was overall quiet and slow as always. Groundskeeper was out using the air blower on the roofs of the cottages. They are under a lot of pines and those trees shed terribly. Whenever I think of pine trees I think of the bonk-bonk noise of pine cones smashing into my roof, and of the way they sway dangerously in high winds.