There’s one of the these online journals with a rather evocative title called, “Where my day takes me,” or something like that. I really should come up with a snappy title for mine, too, but I like its generic flavor right now. And now that the mobile set up is upgraded, I think I can add a little formatting to make this easier to read.
Wednesday was one of those days that turned into a weird, wandering day because it took me a lot longer to knock out the work I usually do in the morning, and it was well after noon before I set out for the post office, then changed directions, and I was off towards Threadgill’s, but I took a left turn at Congress Avenue and wound up at Magnolia. Cliff threw me out the back door after I was done eating. And from there, I was wandering through some of the streets of South Austin. According to the map, I covered about 6 miles in a straight line. This doesn’t account for the diversions, side tracks, back tracks, and innumerable cul de sacs which I had to follow in order to get wherever it was that I was going. Might have been caused by reading the paper, but I’m not sure.
I meandered down the train tracks that cut by the creek. I listened to roosters and watched some chickens peck at grass seed in the front yard of some residence. It’s a mighty strange place with an almost magical quality to the day, a day spent wandering around with a cell phone in my pocket, but for all the world, looking like some kind of street person and it really didn’t bother me. I felt like I was sliding around the backstreets of a small town at times. The gray clouds constantly threatened rain but never delivered. I figure I covered ten miles before I got home, and the closer I got to Shady Acres, the better I felt. It was a South Austin Walkabout. Never did get to the post office. There’s always tomorrow.
