The people you’ll meet
I went to take Loca on a long walk this morning and was thinking the whole time about my socks that were slipping off my heel and making me nutty. Then I thought why not think about other things and I started focusing on the moss on the oak trees. It’s beautiful in the park. And a guy walked by and he said, “That dog’s hyper!”
Loca was hopping which is what she usually does. The other day a friend told me a way to get her to stop – it involved cheese slices from Terranova and lots of time with the “leave it” command. But I kind of like to see her hop – it reminds me of me.
As I was contemplating the moss and watching Loca hop, a guy went by on roller skates and he was talking into a blue tooth earbud, almost dictating, and he said, “Up until I turned 30 years old, I believed…” and suddenly he was out of hearing range and I started to run to find out what he was saying, but Loca was hopping and then she thought I was playing and we got all tangled up.
I came home my usual way walking the path between City Park Avenue and the lagoon where the fountain is and where the canopy of the oaks is so prehistorically huge, and a guy was walking towards me very serious like in a pair of black warm ups and he was also talking into a blue tooth device and he said, “Well, blacks have been doing it that way, but whites go for…,” and suddenly a big truck went by on City Park and I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
As I rounded the corner and started along the bayou, I saw the woman who walks backwards around the bayou every day. She talks on a cellphone mostly except for yesterday, when another neighbor joined in her in a backwards walk and they chatted away like that endlessly.