I acknowledge that this is likely supposed to be in reverse (i.e. reading while walking) but sometimes you happen to be reading and suddenly (or perhaps not so suddenly) need to walk. In general, this happens to me on sunny days when the winds aren’t blowing 20 miles an hour or the rain isn’t coming in sideways as I walk home from Trimet # 8. I think it’s a real art. And because I have this high regard for it I’m positively astonished that I’ve managed to do this for some time now without clumsily tripping over one the three million, eight thousand, four hundred and twenty-seven cracks, miniature hills, gaping holes, etc. Portland seems to have in its sidewalks. If you’ve seen me trying to lazily traverse the sidewalks here while walking normally (i.e. without a book in hand for which my eyes are fixed) you’d realize that I have a supreme ability to stumble over my feet by fault of the many disparities in the sidewalks.
Well, as summer comes along I assume my habit of reading and walking will likely increase. I’m sure the confounded looks from passers by will also increase as they await for my idiot self to aimlessly meander into traffic, but lets just hope their looks are in vain. I believe I do a splendid job and gazing onward quite frequently while reading to avoid such break jamming, tire screeching scenarios. I find lately that I’m so busy with school my transit time between hither and thither is largely the only time I can find to read, something that I actually want to read anyway. If you’ve never been daring enough to whip out the ole paperback while lingering about your daily travels, I highly recommend it.
NOT if you are driving however. I saw a woman awhile back reading a novel while driving through the city. What in the world women think when they do this I’ll never know, and I’m a woman (I think). Women are said to be better multi-taskers than men, but I think some take it a bit too far, and far too literal. No, it’s not necessary to risk your life, the life of your children, their friends (who are also in the car), and those passing by on the street just to prove you can paint your nails, apply mascara, shift into 3rd, light a cigarette, and read Charles Dickens all at the same time.
Ok, now I am just procrastinating. I must to homework. If anyone would like to wrap up my latest essay for me please feel free to offer.