Family lured Jerrianne and her husband to South Milwaukee in 2002 from Southern California where she worked as, first, a journalist, then, as a court information officer. She now stays busy with media-relations consulting, playing with her three grandchildren (part of the lure), writing, discovering her new environs, and hoping her garden will produce before the first fall frost.
I went for a walk today. But not through the park across the street from my house. The reason? Ice on the paths. I have, in fact, not walked in the park since the last significant snowfall. Although I’ve seldom shied in the past from braving the winter elements, a recent diagnosis of moderate-to-severe osteoporosis has made avoiding falls a major focus of my daily activities. So with spring in the air–yes, near 50-degree weather feels like spring around here–I took to the streets. As I walked past the park I was avoiding walking through, I spied were two children with a man I assumed was their father, also enjoying the first vestiges of spring. Despite being surrounded by wide expanses of white stuff that had yet to melt, the kids were playing on the playground swings. They had come prepared though. They left as I walked on by. The dad wading through the snow, pulled the youngsters on a sled.
On past the high school, that glorious, still relatively new high school, where the snow had melted enough to expose the two good-size ponds of fetid standing water left over from construction days, which summer after summer serve as ideal breeding grounds for those great picnic spoiling, not to mention disease-carrying, mosquitos.
On down the parkway, under the old stone overpass where Mr. Echo lives (you have to push an 18-month old in a stroller under the overpass and watch him discover the wonder of sounds bouncing back off the walls to understand). There the runoff from melting snow had pushed creek that parallels the footpath to the brink of its banks. Watching the rushing water reminded me of a caution I heard on the radio recently that it might be wise to by flood insurance because this year’s heavy snowfall might result in flooding even in areas that are not prone to flood. Oh, and aforementioned insurance had to be in effect for 30 days before it would be effective. I wondered if the flooding will have come and gone before the 30 days has elapsed.
Although not walking particularly fast, I managed to heat up to the point that I shed my gloves and unzipped my coat. It had been awhile since I’d done that.
As I walked back home, the breeze was in my face and clouds had moved in, blocking the sun. The gloves went back on and I zipped my coat back up. It was still nice though to be able to walk and enjoy the fresh air. Hopefully next time it’ll be even more pleasant. Pleasant enough for some of the neighbors to be out.