Oh Pat. I read this post and from the second line I think I yelled out no. I guess it was when you decided to leave the path. No no no no no. I am so happy you made it back - I've been in situations like that and I was in a subdivision⁉️ my girlfriend and I were too humiliated to ask anybody how to get back to town from the top of the mountain. Ha ha ha ha. Not every road swings around full circle. Oh well. Your husband and mine have the same "spouse button" on their phones. Don't you just hate having a life and death experience that your loved one has slept through. Love you. I was there with you. ❤️
The husband and I had this discussion about why I carry/look at my phone as a mode to check in with family and friends and he using it as only an actual phone. There's something there to figure out
It is so frustrating when 'the guy' will not pick-up the hint of the 'damsel in distress' cue. sigh Yet there they are wondering what's for dinner. Men
My husband has a good excuse. He doesn't see why he should have his phone on him at all. The man is something of a Luddite. He's gotten quite a lot of major flack from his klutzy wife
Ahh well since I have to admit that I once swore I would never carry 'a stupid phone' with me at all times ... I guess I am understanding of his viewpoint. Hard to remember there was a time rather recently when the phone lived at home or in a callbox and not in your pocket or more likely in your hand. BTW - IMHO - best to let go of the klutzy and re-envision and claim the lissome in you. It might give way for a gay step or two!
I can relate to missing “the lissome girl” and to wanting to shelve my brain for a while. Also to the husband who doesn’t pick up the phone while I’m hobbling home and to being grateful for the wisdom and gifts of the post-lissome self. Thanks for a provocative post, Pat!
Gosh Stephanie, thank you. I recently went on a walk through the woods at home with my brother. Used to go for miles leaping over fallen trees and thinking nothing of danger of a 16 year old girl in a fairly secluded woods. Was totally done by a mile. Before I set out my husband worried more about rapists than the damn bear. Didn't even think of that. Wouldn't it be great if for one day we could be so ignorant and trusting of the world?
Pat, this is one of my favorites, so funny and poignant, and how you tied it into food was so good. A friend of mine who bought a big piece of property keeps wanting to go into the woods for a walk and I keep stalling. Lissome as I was too, I lived in the woods as a teenager and well into my upper twenties, but to my friend, I keep saying I don't have the right shoes with me. (There is a pair of hiking boots in the trunk of my car.) Really, it's the marsh that she described, the bugs she didn't, the itching, and the scratches that I know will be part of it. I still go on hikes with friends up in Ulster County, but the trails are distinct and as long as one stays on them, the bugs are few, and they know where they are going. In my mind, I will go into her woods after the first frost, but I'm not sure.
Ahhh, lissome...I remember.
The woods behind my girlhood home....seemed like a whole afternoon affair.
Would walk thru unpathed thick pines and the rest of mother nature's abundance(not even concerned about bugs or snakes, whaat?),
til I reached the familiar Aqueduct.
I'd sprint up the side of it ,then walk til I came to the pumphouse and waterwheel.
Thanks for bringing out that memory of my woods.
P.s. I'm glad I didn't know of this adventure til now, so aside from my giggles, I don't have to scold you🥰
When did that would ever work, girl
Oh Pat. I read this post and from the second line I think I yelled out no. I guess it was when you decided to leave the path. No no no no no. I am so happy you made it back - I've been in situations like that and I was in a subdivision⁉️ my girlfriend and I were too humiliated to ask anybody how to get back to town from the top of the mountain. Ha ha ha ha. Not every road swings around full circle. Oh well. Your husband and mine have the same "spouse button" on their phones. Don't you just hate having a life and death experience that your loved one has slept through. Love you. I was there with you. ❤️
The husband and I had this discussion about why I carry/look at my phone as a mode to check in with family and friends and he using it as only an actual phone. There's something there to figure out
Bahaha!!
Enjoy your time off! I enjoyed this amusing trail tale.
Thanks Vicki! Hope you enjoy the last of summer too!
This was such a great read, Pat, felt like I was hiking with you and loved the wine after moment! 🥂
Wine, the all situation cure!
😆👍 🥂
love how your hip communicates so politely!
If it doesn't I'll slap it silly!
It is so frustrating when 'the guy' will not pick-up the hint of the 'damsel in distress' cue. sigh Yet there they are wondering what's for dinner. Men
My husband has a good excuse. He doesn't see why he should have his phone on him at all. The man is something of a Luddite. He's gotten quite a lot of major flack from his klutzy wife
Ahh well since I have to admit that I once swore I would never carry 'a stupid phone' with me at all times ... I guess I am understanding of his viewpoint. Hard to remember there was a time rather recently when the phone lived at home or in a callbox and not in your pocket or more likely in your hand. BTW - IMHO - best to let go of the klutzy and re-envision and claim the lissome in you. It might give way for a gay step or two!
Yes indeed!
I can relate to missing “the lissome girl” and to wanting to shelve my brain for a while. Also to the husband who doesn’t pick up the phone while I’m hobbling home and to being grateful for the wisdom and gifts of the post-lissome self. Thanks for a provocative post, Pat!
Thank you Ruth! Husbands! what the hell?
Your story stirred up my own memories of the
Lissome Girl I use to be. Thank you. Stay safe and the next time go swim into the brook!
That's the plan for all of us!
Gosh Stephanie, thank you. I recently went on a walk through the woods at home with my brother. Used to go for miles leaping over fallen trees and thinking nothing of danger of a 16 year old girl in a fairly secluded woods. Was totally done by a mile. Before I set out my husband worried more about rapists than the damn bear. Didn't even think of that. Wouldn't it be great if for one day we could be so ignorant and trusting of the world?
Pat, this is one of my favorites, so funny and poignant, and how you tied it into food was so good. A friend of mine who bought a big piece of property keeps wanting to go into the woods for a walk and I keep stalling. Lissome as I was too, I lived in the woods as a teenager and well into my upper twenties, but to my friend, I keep saying I don't have the right shoes with me. (There is a pair of hiking boots in the trunk of my car.) Really, it's the marsh that she described, the bugs she didn't, the itching, and the scratches that I know will be part of it. I still go on hikes with friends up in Ulster County, but the trails are distinct and as long as one stays on them, the bugs are few, and they know where they are going. In my mind, I will go into her woods after the first frost, but I'm not sure.