It is barely light outside and I am barely awake, so this picture isn't one of my better ones. But actually, it wasn't meant to be. Its purpose was to show you that a) I'm still up and walking each morning, and b) in this unusually-cold Southern California winter, I pretty much look like I am heading to the Alps, or at least Mt. Baldy, which now is covered with snow down to about the 2000 foot level.
My accoutrements are this: a long sleeved t-shirt, a denim jacket, a recently knit neckscarf, my car coat, a pair of heavy twill pants and some warm gloves. Those are for keeping me alive in the cold air. The frou-frous are my version of a fanny pack (the over-the-shoulder purse where I keep my house key, my ID, my cell phone, a few Hall's breezers and a good quantity of Kleenex for eyes and nose that respond to the cold air by dripping!), my iPod with either the Cal Tjader jazz or The Very Best of Chicago album, either of which have a sufficient beat to warm the cockles of my memory and my feet) and my dog- and man-beating Turkish cane. I don't anticipate any attacks on a person my age or my visage, but in today's society one can't be too careful.
Now all this is to say that I am having a great time walking. I've been doing a mile in 20 minutes, and today I extended that mile to almost two; the only time I stopped was to blow my nose! I try not to stop if I don't have to, but I have made allowances for a few things, all of which I considered short but very necessary stops. One time it was because a big pebble about the size of a pea somehow jumped into my shoe and worked its way down to my arch, at which point I had to sit down on someone's lawn, take my shoe off and get the darn thing out. I haven't figured out how that could happen!
I have discovered which tree serves as the Cooper Hawk's jumping off place for breakfast. I saw him from a distance, sitting in the bare tree surveying possible menus. I stopped to have a good look at him. It's not every day that you can see one so clearly; of course I didn't have my field glassees with me, because I was walking and not particularly bird-watching, nor did I have my camera. But before I could have gotten my camera out of the case, the hawk was set upon by a flock of screaming crows, who demanded that he abandon his perch and get the heck out of their tree. I had forgotten that crows harass hawks something fierce, and it made me realize that all the terrible crow noise I hear throughout the day is probably them tormenting the hawks. (I hate both crows and hawks, so I say let them duke it out and disappear!)
What I have found in all this walking is that I now anticipate the walk each day. I no longer have to talk myself into doing it. It has turned into something I want to do and enjoy doing. I can hardly believe I hear myself saying that. Who'd'a thought that I could change that much? Not me.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed about my knees. My problems seem to be that they don't much like lifting my body up from the floor if I need to get down there for some reason, like to see if one of the cat's chenille mice is under the couch. Of all the aging I have done, the knees have been the "iffiest." But since they have never hurt me I figure I'll just keep on walking and not look for trouble.
And aside from anything else, walking gives you lots of time to think interesting thoughts. :)