The paint had enough breeze blowing over it to dry despite how late in the day I applied it. The world needed some attention and the sun racing to the pacific wasn't going to stop me. The rains came overnight. First a light sprinkle, then an hour or so later a good soaking rain. What paint didn't roll off from the rain or wear away on the rough wet sandpaper roadway did seal some thread-bare areas. The day was hard on the world. The roads stayed wet all morning, the trucks pulling out from the various dumps and industry threw dirt to the shoulder lane we walked and rolled upon pocking the world with hundreds of mud clots. It got so bad it made it difficult to roll. I rolled it through a long deep puddle in the ditch and found a towel on the side of the road to wipe it down. It wasn't the end of the dirt or sand building on the world but the roads were beginning to dry , I had to do something even if it meant rubbing off fresh half-dry paint. Several days of wet has the glue loosening some of the patches. Because of the overcast skies the layers of canvas couldn't dry enough for me to glue them. In the end, however, the world did survive to roll another day.
I enjoy small sights daily as I walk. The clouds, the sun rising and setting, the birds, the willows springing small leaves and so many other moments. Today I walked by a creek where a pipeline ascended from the water. As I walked by the seven turtles sprang into the water from the sunning spot on the pipe. They reminded me of a squadren of planes rolling out of formation one by one. It is those little things that I enjoy when I walk.
One woman stopped and gave me a fresh orange and an apple. She was not diabetic. Another, who was diabetic, offered me some snacks which I accepted (never one to turn down a kindness). It was a grab bag of bite sized portions of candy bars and cookies,two pairs of individual serving potato chips and mixed nuts with M&Ms. What's wrong with this picture? I thanked her and left that elephant-in-the-room alone; she had just agreed to walk so she would not loose her legs to diabetes like her mother so I didn't want to push it. And I wanted a cookie.
A young man came up to me wearing a shirt saying: I can only be nice to one person a day, today's not your day, tomorrow's not looking good. He had face piercings, tattoos all over his arms and a low-boy Mowhawk. He asked what I was walking for. I started with the story of me walking along the highway surrounded by corn fields as far as the eye could see a few years ago in Missouri when a woman stopped to tell me Micheal Jackson was in an ambulance on his way to the hospital and they think his condition was serious. Then I told him of two years ago when I began a ten state walk from Washington D.C. on Earth Day and it was weeks before I heard in passing conversation about the the disaster in the gulf but that I was walking for diabetes awareness. Some subjects are better left alone... The man later gave me a ride back to my van 14 miles back down the road. His shirt was not a true representation of his character. He was a hard worker and a volunteer firefighter. "Don't judge a book by it's cover."
I had stopped at Wally-world as I often have during my travels. They allow overnight parking for travelers all over the country except here and the store manager sent a woman out who apologetically asked me to leave. She told me that she had refused to call someone to "haul" the World off while I was gone to fetch the van. I took it in stride and walked a little way up the road to Majoria's Supermarket where the owner of the shopping center allowed me to stay without a bit of hesitation. The broasted chicken tastes better than that other place. A family business that still survives even with a superstore in the neighborhood. It worked out for the better, my walking a little farther,because I had a beautiful view of the sunset from Majoria's Supermarket.
The chance of rain will be fifty-fifty again tomorrow. I'll be walking again unless it rains first thing in the morning.
Will the world survive another day of neglect? Will the World ever dry up? Will Nice (the dog) ever find his long lost love, the blonde in the white chevy pickup?
Tune in next time,as the world turns..
I'm having a ball.