19F might seem to deter most walkers; what could possibly be wrong with a hand-clutching extra cup of hot coffee while you wait for the sun to rise and the frostiness to subside?
But then there’s yours truly. Someone has to be an idiot. Of course, one only wonders ‘Why didn’t I put on long underwear?‘ when you’re at a point-of-no-return 300 – 400 yards from the house.
This was kind of a make-up morning. Earlier in the week there were chunks of cardboard and pages from a ripped apart magazine still soggy from recent rains and left to lie until they dried out. Knowing there would be this added cargo, a second Harris Teeter bag was stowed in my left pants pocket.
There were the odd lots along the way including an oversized green plastic bag wrapped around a Christmas tree discarded along the curb on Colony Road; the bag would serve no useful purpose in a landfill.
My treasured cup of coffee went cold quicker than I preferred. It was totally consumed before I reached the halfway mark in the three mile jaunt. I’ve gotta get a larger go-cup with better insulation for these colder mornings. It forced my usual amble to become something just short of a slow trot. The stop-and-go action to pick up what would become two bags stuffed with debris doesn’t do much to keep a guy warm.
But now I’m done. A warm cup of coffee sits just to my right as I type this post. The fireplace is on full-tilt and there are two stuffed-to-the-gills bags of junk removed from the streets. That warms me up just fine.