Somewhat eventful

My outside time in Annapolis was interesting today.  Mildly interesting.  Could be considered interesting if you cock your head to the side and squint.

When I’m running and I come up even with someone who’s coming from the other direction, I acknowledge them.  Sometimes I smile, sometimes I wave, sometimes I nod or say good morning, but I always acknowledge them.  Seems rude not to.  And when I do something, I expect some kind of acknowledgement back.  It seems rude to ignore me.  It doesn’t have to be the same.  You don’t have to wave back if I wave. Just nod.  It’s fine.  It’s similar to getting the little wave from the drive of the car you just let turn in front of you or merge into your lane.

In Ashburn, maybe half the people I passed waved (or whatevered) back.  In Annapolis, it’s been better – maybe 75% acknowledge me back.  Most days.  There was one day, maybe last week, that I must have passed 20 runners and only THREE of them smiled back at me.  Bad day.

Today, I have no idea how many people I passed, but one of the very first was this woman running towards me, and she had the friendliest face.  Her smile was genuine and really nice, and I got the impression that she just really likes people.  It was nice and it helped.  I wish I could have told her that, but it would have been weird to turn around and chase after her.

Then I tripped over a traffic cone and almost fell into traffic.  Annapolis sidewalks are pretty narrow, and when the city puts up signs about parking or road closures, they block the whole width the sidewalk and go out into the street a little.  I was trying to go around it and stay near the traffic cones so I wouldn’t end up in traffic, but I guess I got too close.  And of course there were cars coming.  I didn’t fall (it was close), and my desperate arm-swinging shifted me back towards the sidewalk, so it all worked out.  The driver of the car I almost fell in front of probably thought I was having a seizure, but there’s nothing I can do about that.

Then later, I was driving down a narrow street with cars parked along one side and barely enough room for my car to fit, and a family was walking down the sidewalk toward me, and this woman was walking in the road.  Not partly on the curb and partly on the street, not near the curb, just IN the street.  She didn’t seem worried that I was driving her way and might hit her.  I mean, I didn’t, and I wouldn’t, but still.  Don’t walk in the street when there are cars driving AT you!


  1. momma betty

    This is Semana Santa in Mexico (and other places). Big holiday week. Late yesterday afternoon we went into the village for some shopping, and there were so many things going on. The main street that goes south from the plaza to the lake was closed off with tables and chairs set up in the middle of the street so that restaurants, cafes, bars, and people just setting up drinks and snacks could feed more people. I was walking on the sidewalk ahead of Bob and I looked up as a man walking beside me–walking in the street–started talking to me. A gringo, he began talking about the new house he was having built, was I familiar with the neighborhood? how he was changing some things from the first house he had built, what a nice experience it was working with the architect, etc. A full block’s worth of conversation. When we came to the corner where we were turning left, I said goodbye and good luck and we went on. Bob caught up with me and said: Who was that? I said, I have no idea. Bob said, Why did he start talking to you? Again, I said, I have no idea! I guess I just looked friendly. But now I know quite a lot about somebody I don’t even know!

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