I was just beginning my first round of my walk when I came to the realization that this was Sunday Morning. That feeling of dread just crept right up my whole body and I had arrived nearly 2 hours past the time I consider okay.
But Sunday Mornings are just the worst!
I usually take Sunday off from exercise. I had just better get going and get the walk done, for the rest of my day is just too full.
Dreaded Sundays are because so many folks are out walking their dogs. Sometimes whole families are out together to spend some time and enjoy the ducks and birds!
I love the lake and that so many people, at so many times of the day, can enjoy its beauty.
Sunday’s are different. Although there are plenty of bags on the lamp posts, and a barrel every bus stop, the folks on Sunday rarely clean up after their dogs. And the State’s Pooh Patrol in not on duty on Sundays.
I came down off the bluff and proceeded towards the dam and there in the middle of the sidewalk was a very large deposit that a bike had gone through and a pair of shoes. OOOOOOW! I had to hopscotch around to get over the narrow dam walkway.
30 minutes later between lamp post #44 and the dam walkway there were 8 deposits in the way of walkers, runners, strollers, and children. YUCK! I don’t want pooh on my shoe!
I had some cleaning gloves in my pocket and I pulled them out, got 5 pooh bags out of the holder and proceeded to clean up the deposits.
The ME vs. THEM attitude is rising up within me; actually it is becoming an automatic response to Sundays at the lake. On Mondays, I bring a garbage bag and gloves, and pick up garbage left by the Sunday walkers; I now have 5 or 6 of the regular walkers doing pick up.
After the flooding and the State lowered the water levels in the lake, I counted over 1000 bottles, cans, and plastic things that were piled up from the Dam a quarter turn around the lake. There were heavy logs, trees, and tires; all the stuff that washed down from the mountains. What must the bottom of the Bay, the Sound be like?
I helped the State workers for an hour last week as one mucked around tossing the cans and bottles up to the worker with the bag.
Today the feelings of anger are welling up in me. I see a woman with three dogs coming towards me and the feelings are about to burst out in noisy blurt and I grab three more bags from the container and thrust them towards her. She says: “Oh thanks what these are for?” I reply, “Dog pooh so it does not end up on my shoe or worse yet in the Lake.”
Devious punishments rumble in my head, wish there was a law – there is – I wonder why others do not feel the need to keep the Lake beautiful or just expect it to be taken care of for them.
How do you handle the “little” things that stick to your shoe and create a pooh?
Do you ever wonder why others don’t see it your way?
What if state funds dissolve for the Pooh Patrol’s patrol?
I do not wish to take up this task any more than I do? Will this just end up ME vs. THEM?