I've been going on walks with Tiny. Once we get the Doctor off to pre-school we pack up the pram, a number of food items (for Tiny, not me, because damn fool, that girl sure likes to eat) and head off into the big chill.
I won't lie. I have ulterior motives. I've been circling houses like a shark, looking for garbage. I'm looking for a kill. I'll toss anyone out of my way in order to get it. Tiny and I. We're rebel garbage looters. It's always on my mind. When's my next big score.
And yet, here's the problem, again. There is no garbage. Council clean up is monthly around here. And nothing except - gasp - garbage is being tossed.
Feeling totally despondent we walked up to the library instead. Three overdue books clasped sweatily in our little hands. The librarians have taken to calling us at home to retrieve their books. Guilty.
We snuck out of the library and back to the icy air. Lucky Tiny is rugged up and merrily munching on banana.
Part of keeping our walks enjoyable is exploring different areas of our 'hood. Yawn! We walk back through a large park - and to the playground for an impromptu swing. It's about as spontaneous as life gets at the moment, so we grab the swing by the horns and both Tiny and I enjoy some time looking back at the grey sky above.
Have you been walking? Exploring? Adventuring?
Oh - Tiny started walking last week too. Muchos excitement here at Chez PottyMouth.
