What the heck is going
on? I asked myself when I woke up this morning at 5 a. m. It was
dark again outside, when just last week the day was light at this
hour. But then I remembered: Daylight Saving Time. It tricks me
every yearbut I have to admit I like those long, bright
evenings. And pretty soon it will be full daylight at 5 a.m. anyway.
As always, the first
thing I did after waking was to check the Gary Larson calendar
that my daughter gave me. For those of you who are not familiar
with Larson, hes that oddball cartoonist whose mind does
not work like yours or mine. I go to the calendar not because
I need to know the date, but to see what goofy satire he has dreamed
up for this day. Sometimes I dont understand them, and sometimes
I dont find them all that funny. But occasionally one really
gets my attention and starts my day with a hearty chuckle. Thats
why I check him every morning. Todays was pretty good, but
I wont try to explain it here.
I have a slight cold
(I think my own snoring woke me up), so as I set out on my walk
I had to breathe through my mouth. Even though the temperature
was mild at 48 degrees, breathing this way made my lungs burn.
I set a slow pace so that my breathing would not be too intense,
and as my body heated up, the burning stopped.
Passing the state government
Bataan Building at the convergence of Galisteo Street and Cerrillos
Road, I remembered managing an Easter egg hunt for the Junior
Chamber of Commerce at that site, about 30 years ago. Hundreds
of kids showed up. We roped off a large area of the grass, and
the kids eagerly waited outside the boundary for the signal to
charge. We had so many eggs that the majority of them of them
were just lying in plain sight on the grass, for lack of places
to hide them. When the kids got the signal, they zeroed in on
some plastic eggs we had put out that contained prizes or money.
And anything that got in their way got stomped on. You wouldn't
have believed the clean-up job my committee faced in the aftermath.
On West San Francisco,
two short blocks from the Plaza, I saw my first jogger, a woman.
And the Plaza itself was much quieter than last week. I guess
the darkness slowed the activity. Had I chosen to look in any
of the display windows, I would have had them all to myself again.
Last week I had to share them with other early birds. Outside
the French Pastry Shop was the same guy I saw last week, still
coughing and gagging. I wondered if he had been coughing there
all week long or if this was another trip.
Guess what? I didn't
stop at the French Pastry Shop today! Because I had walked instead
of driving to the Plaza, I figured I didn't have enough time.
My friends have been kidding me that with all the driving and
all the pastries, Im going to gain weight instead of losing
it on my walks. But I fooled them this time. I just made the turn
for home, walking behind La Fonda on Water Street and over to
Old Santa Fe Trail, then from there to Paseo de Peralta and on
to Cerrillos Road. There I spotted two more joggersonce
again ladies. Where the heck are the guys? I wondered. Still in
bed, I guess!
Back at my abode I was
pleasantly surprised to discover that the entire loop had taken
only 35 minutes. My pace is picking up. If I can just manage to
resist the lure of the pastry shop from time to time, this walking
will be good for me yet.
Have a good day.