Another reason that I wish I wasn't so hunky/fat/large is because the darn horse flies seem to think I am one! The flies are really bad now. Of course there are a couple of positives with them as they are and as I am.
The first is they don't scare off very easy and always seem to get a bite or two before they go. So many bites that their take has got to reduced my blood pressure somewhat.
Another reason is the increased calorie using energy that is used to swing both arms constantly for the full three plus miles. Jumping uses a bit more than walking too and that happens with a lot of the bites.
I can't help but wonder what some of the passer-bys think as they see this old man with an irregular jump in his hitch, constantly swinging both arms and the lips moving as if talking to himself. I can't repeat some of the words, but to me I'm not talking, it is the flies to which I speak.
I know it isn't the way it should be done but I take my shower before I take the walk then when I return I just change the wet shirt for a dry one. This morning after removing the wet shirt I happened to look into the mirror. Wow! With all the horse fly bites I looked like the great speckled turd....err I mean bird. No I looked again, the word before the err is the most correct.
Wind blew hard again last evening but the only damage that I noticed on my round was a tree across Memory Lane. That's the road that dead ends at out garage.
So much of nothing I've got but I imagine this dose is probably more than enough for today.
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It's a strange world of language when a sack is a poke, a mule is an ass and then a poke in the ass is a goose.
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