No more night walks due to the ankle mishap. There’s so much more to see during the day, especially the lot where a house was recently leveled, with a full basement being dug. (Most houses here don’t have basements.)
By the time we had doubled back a time or two to see this or that, and cut through a church’s rose garden, an hour and a half had passed.
Early in the walk, we passed a man with what appeared to be a hunting dog crossed with a mastiff on a long leash. Later my walking buddy said, ‘Is that the strange man again?’
I couldn’t see the dog, and had only a passing glimpse of the man, and told her that I wasn’t sure, the guy earlier had on odd clothes.
‘You mean, dressed like a clown?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, that’s him again.’
The day did have a surreal quality.