Turned out, in our walk today, most every eatery in Garland District, our old little shopping area, vintage about 1930—was closed. The place lives only after dark or on weekdays, apparently. To our new ‘regular’ place is a 1.5 mile round trip. It turned out food was only avaiable at The Milk Bottle, a place shaped exactly like that, vintage 1931, which is a bonafide old soda fountain/ice cream parlor/burger place. We had lunch, and tried to recover. It added half a mile to our normal route, and going 2 miles instead of 1.5 has us wheezing.
We’re keeping after it, however. That which does not kill us makes us stronger. But getting across the arterial near our house is a pita. What I most hate is when some car politely stops for you, meaning you kinda have to reward his gesture by going, but the lane just beyond him can kill you…and it’s not an unknown accident in Spokane. So I really wish people wouldn’t stop, just get out of our way so we can cross on a clear road.