I have been feeling rather antsy the past couple weekends. I’m used to living in a fairly large house plopped on 80 acres of land. Plenty of space to roam about.
Here, on the other hand, there is nowhere to roam. I can only sit in one room (the living/dining/kitchen) on a computer so long before I begin to get fantastically bored.
Last weekend I really wanted to be outside. But there isn’t really any place to go. I tried walking around the community center. But…a) I can only walk along a paved pathway that goes around a playground so many times…and b) Walking on a cement drive with lots of buildings around it is not my idea of a nice walk. I did discover one path in the woods behind the new (still unfinished) volunteer house. However, I only walked a little ways down it because I had no idea where it ended up. I didn’t want to end up in some strange dude’s backyard or something.
I thought about walking along the main road, but it’s pretty busy, and it has a lot of curves, and there isn’t much of a shoulder on any of these roads, because of all the, ya know, mountains. Soooo I didn’t think that would be…a) very safe…or b) all that enjoyable.
My third option was a little side road that shares its entrance with the community center driveway. This, now, seemed much more promising. It is one of the one-lane roads that exist around here and it seemed to be pretty quiet. I decided to give it a shot.
I really wish that I could walk down a road without feelings of apprehension. I don’t know why is it that I can’t walk by a house without thinking… “Gee, I wonder if a creeper lives here who’s going to pop out of the bushes and grab me?” Maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of Disappeared and American Justice. Maybe my natural worry-wart-ness just isn’t willing to relax amongst uncertainties. Whatever it is, I wish we lived in a world where anyone could take a walk by themselves anywhere without having to worry about anything. But we don’t.
Anyway, if there were any creepers, they didn’t show themselves. What did show themselves were the neighborhood dogs. I had walked a short way down the road when I saw a small black dog coming towards me.
He eyed me.
I eyed him.
He sniffed the air.
I sniffed the air, then realized that his nose is way better than mine.
He started growling.
I started growling.
(Wait, no. That’s not what I did. I turned around.)
He started barking, but didn’t follow me. That woke up the sleeping dog that I had just passed. He also started barking. Luckily he was tied up or he probably would have come to see me (a friendly visit, I’m sure). Then some other dogs started barking on the other side of the road that I couldn’t see. Then a lady started yelling at them. I had destroyed the peace of the neighborhood.
My walk was done.