Jeanne called me very early this morning to see if I wanted to walk, and we agreed to stop by the farmers market first. The strawberries are looking better and better, as are the leafy vegetables. I tried a sample of almond butter which I like as well as peanut butter, and I got some of that too.
After walking about 55 minutes I told her to do a couple of fast laps on her own while I sat in the children's playground area. There were people everywhere in the Mather sports area - soccer games, baseball games, skateboarders, etc., but the seating area was empty except for me. It gave me a good chance for people-watching.
A man walked by at a fairly quick pace followed by a boy of about 9 or 10. The boy was wearing baseball cleats which were obviously uncomfortable on the pavement, and he was struggling to keep up. The man, no doubt his father, didn't even look back at him but said loudly, "Try to keep up." The poor kid was miserable and my heart went out to him, but I had to chuckle when I thought of one of my mom's "life on a Kentucky farm" sayings: "He walked like a chicken with a bumblefoot". I've never actually seen a chicken with a bumblefoot, and always wondered about it, but watching this kid I instantly knew.
That brings me to the fact that we all heard the old sayings as kids but maybe didn't always get the full meaning. But they stay in the back of our minds throughout our lives until an incident such as this kid stumbling and limping, brings them forward.
I'd love to hear some of the sayings and admonishments you've heard growing up if you'd like to share.
For the past few weeks I've felt pretty smug that I am in Sacramento and not in Texas or Arizona where the winds are blowing so hard it's difficult to do anything outside. We got ours today - beautiful sun shining day with extremely strong winds. Not very comfortable and I hope today is just an exception.
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