I only walked about a mile and a half today, but considering I had expected thunderstorms all day and no walk at all, I'm happy with it. When I left, the sky was blue with a few clouds. I wanted to go for more, but the sky had turned grey with heavy-looking clouds, and I definitely didn't want to walk 3/4 of a mile through a thunderstorm. Now it's apparent that I could have gone the extra mile or two since those seemingly forboding clouds were really only grey in that eighties glam metal band way: having the look and/or sound of impending doom which may be concerning or alarming to the (inner) parent while the (inner) child is out and about rather than working on schoolwork, but offering hot-aired, long-winded, cliched power ballads and nothing of real substance in the end. Eventually it all comes crashing down to earth and always has the potential to ruin someone's moment or day, though.

In case I haven't mentioned anything about the neighborhood already, it's a mixed bag. That's partly why I chose this area. On more than one occasion, I've heard a car go by with Mexican polka playing on the radio with the windows open followed by some boom-boom rap stuff followed by a new Honda Accord with something like old Def Leppard blaring through the windows. Earlier this week, I noticed someone a few blocks away was broadcasting "Billie Jean" with their car stereo (while washing it in the driveway?) with no shame at all while I was on a walk. It's usually pretty quiet, though. Thankfully, my neighbors across the street have put away that plastic (sculpture?) of a naked obese woman for a several months now. It just wasn't the best choice for yard art, jus' sayin'.