We got a freeze last night. It's early today, and I have no cigarettes. So I'm going to walk to the gas station to get smokes rather than scrape the ice off my car. Does that make me lazy?
I'm not entirely sure. On one hand I'm too lazy to scrape the vehicle. On the other, I'm walking instead of driving.
I guess it's just one of those things.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Walkin'
I was walking behind Boot Hill Saturday afternoon toward the Presto. It's a decent walk from my lair. But it's also a short drive. And it was at that moment - in a gentle sun - on a side street behind Montana Mike's kitchen, that I realized I'd rather be walking.
I'd always known it. I made a habit of it in Omaha, but I didn't have a car. Here in Dodge City, I do.
Before moving here, with the knowledge my Dad was going to lend me a car, I thought driving would become a habit. But it hasn't. I only spend $10 in gas a month, which saves money for other people who want my money - like student loan collectors, the landlord, the federal government and the internet and light bulb people.
There's no way around them. But I can get around the oil men, kind of. Petroleum is everywhere, though.
Housing isn't always easy to find. I haven't bugged out. I live within the system. I'm a reporter, and I like seeing my stories in print. Plus, if I didn't write a story a day - I wouldn't feel right. So, I haven't bugged out. But I admire those who do.
With that said, I try to live in close proximity to my newspaper. I work for the Daily Globe, and am thankful to have a job that's not in a dish room. By living so close, I save more money. And I get to walk back and forth because the distance isn't harsh, not even in winter.
However, when summer beats down - walking can be a pain. But it's hotter in the car.
And I'm not really aiming at any agenda, I'm just saying I'd rather walk.
That's really all I have to announce.
I'd always known it. I made a habit of it in Omaha, but I didn't have a car. Here in Dodge City, I do.
Before moving here, with the knowledge my Dad was going to lend me a car, I thought driving would become a habit. But it hasn't. I only spend $10 in gas a month, which saves money for other people who want my money - like student loan collectors, the landlord, the federal government and the internet and light bulb people.
There's no way around them. But I can get around the oil men, kind of. Petroleum is everywhere, though.
Housing isn't always easy to find. I haven't bugged out. I live within the system. I'm a reporter, and I like seeing my stories in print. Plus, if I didn't write a story a day - I wouldn't feel right. So, I haven't bugged out. But I admire those who do.
With that said, I try to live in close proximity to my newspaper. I work for the Daily Globe, and am thankful to have a job that's not in a dish room. By living so close, I save more money. And I get to walk back and forth because the distance isn't harsh, not even in winter.
However, when summer beats down - walking can be a pain. But it's hotter in the car.
And I'm not really aiming at any agenda, I'm just saying I'd rather walk.
That's really all I have to announce.
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