Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Back In My Urban Serengeti
Journal Entry: Body Weight = 179.2 lbs; Money Found = $.87. 57 pennies, 2 nickels, 2 dimes; glass bottles retrieved = 11. Found two crusted long lost dimes—very rewarding. Finding 57 pennies is rare considering that only one minor scatter added to the total, just pennies from heaven. In checking a drive through car wash, found an interesting car magnet logo for my collection. It stated, “Napa Emergency Women’s Services, Ending Domestic Violence.” Also found two pieces for my hardware collection and a nearly full can of wasp/ant spray.
From yesterday’s late afternoon walk found $.57; 22 pennies, 1 nickel, 3 dimes.
Feature Entry: Someday I hope to experience an African Serengeti, to see sun burnt savannahs shimmering to the horizon. To be there after the rains and watch the endless grass pastures transform into patches of wild flowers and see a pride of lions “mastermind” a siege, focused “unswervingly on their next meal.”
As for now, I am happy to be back in my urban Serengeti and once again unswervingly focused on my quest for optimum fitness and finding gold nuggets that have been left behind by others in a larger hurry.
But what wonderful five marvelous days we had on the emerald coast of Florida with wife and seven life-long friends. We were four very happy couples. We laughed, talked, and enjoyed glorious sun-sets on a balcony just feet from the crystal clear emerald waters of the Gulf of Mexico. And we ate, and ate, and ate (see weight gain from journal entry above.)
The term “urban Serengeti” came from an interesting T.V. commercial featuring a gecko and an automobile insurance company. My urban Serengeti is the four mile area around my mid-city New Orleans home, two miles in any direction from my home. And like an African serengeti, it is filled with dozens of “water holes,” sometimes dry and sometimes brimming with lost coinage. And after being away, even the beer bottles, broken curbs, and unrepentant Katrina damage were visual treasures.
After unloading and packing away the suitcases, on went the Brooks walking shoes for a one hour walk for an urban serengeti renewal.The Emerald Coast was a treasure for the MoneyWalkers, but it felt great to be back home and on the streets. I have missed the money.