Walks

Walks, with thanks to Helen Hudson and Kristi Ging.

Saunter sashay stomp clomp flip-flop stride lumber stroll meander walk bop limp hobble roll strut wobble waddle sprint march shuffle

Amble mosey plod trudge stagger

Prance glide perambulate totter

Traipse prance toddle trudge (again) hike

There are other things to tell us like how the view from the inside of a financial institution confirms we are as a culture mostly living and debt and close to the zero money line. Credit unions are cooperative in nature. Having a steady paycheck, even if not enough, offers a level of comfort and stability. Our offspring identify as lesbians which feels like a success.

Omar who has lived down the street for over a decade sleeps on the street at the moment. He’s trying to save up for a car so he’ll have a roof to sleep under. A blind woman who rides the publicly funded van with me and lives with her male roommate of twenty years in a trailer park a couple of miles from here finally got approved–after seven years of trying–for cateract surgery.

There’s a military ship that was supposed to be named for a woman of color which that pig Drumph wants to now name for himself.

Dolly Parton, as you probably know, dead a few days ago. The flags were lowered nationally. She wrote The Greatest Love of All and rocked wigs for most of her career. Never knew a stranger.

Seems like she had a good walk.

29/08/2026