Today while the L train didn’t pull magically up to greet me, an N-Judah train did. In the game of Muni Roulette, today this means riding the N to the end of the line, which is the Great Highway, and walking home on the beach. Sweet! Especially since it’s a beautiful day, another ‘can’t quite decide between summer and autumn’ day. The only down side is two noisy teenage boys just got on the train and sat behind me. I confess to homicidal urges. Or at least access to their volume switches.
So. Another book related thing about me you may not know. I read when I walk. I have pretty much perfected the art of reading while walking, be it inside, outside on city streets, park paths or more rugged terrain. Lack of enough time to read forced me to hone this skill and I won’t say I didn’t walk headfirst into lamp posts or low hanging branches a few times. But you’d be surprised how easy it is to develop peripheral vision and awareness while engrossed in a book. I used to walk Boska in Griffith Park while drinking coffee and reading at the same time. This was back in the day I could trust her off leash and know she wouldn’t run away, unless a squirrel was involved. Even then she’d come back when I used the Voice to call her name. Paul Atreides had nothing on me.
My preferred reading while walking book is your basic paperback. Compact, fairly light, easy to hold in one hand and flip the pages while manipulating leash or coffee cup in the other. Trade paperbacks are a little more problematic, but still manageable. Harry Potter hardbacks are nearly impossible, but I’ve done it. No way I was gonna put it down without finishing and I needed my exercise!