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It was a dark and stormy night…

Every once in a while you have to just plain suck it up in the face of terrible-horrible-no good-very bad (apologies, Judith Viorst) weather and just hit the streets.

The other night was one of those that promised to test your resolve; enough rain to make a walk miserable in the damp, cutting cold (34F) with a brisk wind to match. So much for wishful thinking that winter was officially over. I like my journey for the walk itself and I hate to miss a day. My other stated intentions are obviously compulsive for me. No big deal. Hell, let’s get it on.

I despise a lot of things I pick up but none more so than a hard plastic band used to wrap bundles of 2x4s and the like. Its often in lengths of 6 - 10 ft. which makes it hard to corral. It resists coiling neatly and magically unwraps itself nearly every time I think it's contained. I come across my share of it and it's never left behind.

I despise a lot of things I pick up but none more so than a hard plastic band used to wrap bundles of 2x4s and the like. Its often in lengths of 6 – 10 ft. which makes it hard to corral. It resists coiling neatly and magically unwraps itself nearly every time I think it’s contained. I come across my share of it and it’s never left behind.

Encapsulated against the elements with a fleece and rain jacket, it was onward and outward. I will admit to scurrying a bit faster than normal (which wouldn’t take much). I can’t say there were any finds out of the ordinary; nothing is ordinary. It was very much a plastic-only day. Paper refuse could wait.

Like an idiot I forgot gloves and paid dearly for the oversight. My hands were freezing, wet and raw before I was halfway through my jaunt and the front door never looked so good when my trip was mercifully complete. I’d like to say I won’t make that mistake again. Alas, if only I could say it was the first time. How’s that working for me?

About Dave Bradley (259 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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