21/2 miles The sun was shining warm but there was a wonderful wind blowing that
filled the big flag in front of the pavilion. It was flying straight out
in a brisk breeze.
The first thing I noticed this morning was the awful racket of banging,
clanging, screeching and pounding of 2 guys doing something to a picnic
table. They were either repairing, destroying, or building it —— I don’t
know which —— but they spent at least an hour making a lot of noise.
There was guy fishing of one of docks this morning complete with fishing
pole (of course), tackle box and net. Even had the fisherman’s hat full of
pointy hooks and stuff! He is the first fisherman I have seen at the
lagoon.
I am beginning to figure out the routine of the Lagoon Walkers and even
beginning to recognize some of the regulars. I guess I’m becoming a
“regular” myself. I hope so. I get there around 8 a.m. just
after I drop Tracey off for work. There aren’t too many people there
when I get there but it really begins to pick up around 8:30. There are a
few people who get there when I’m just finishing up and they seem so smug about
passing me on their first or second lap while I’m chugging out my fifth lap. That’s OK —— I don’t mind being the motivation for their burst of speed to pass a fat old man! I’m usually there for just over an hour and I
have never seen anyone there as long. I think most of them probably do two
or three laps at most.
One of the regulars is the Cheerio Kid. He rides along in his
stroller as his Mom pushes him. He has a tray full of Cheerios in front of
him and several on his fingers as he happily munches his way around the
lagoon. I always marvel at the tiny fingers that have Cheerios on them
like you or I would have a donut on ours. He evidently loves his Cheerios
though because they keep him busy every morning.
There is a bench that has become my regular stopping point. I sit
there for a few minutes to catch my breath, cool off, dry out and let the breeze
blow some of the stink off. I usually only sit there for a few minutes,
maybe ten at the most, but they are a wonderful few
minutes.
LLAP,
Michael
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