I'd Like To Take You For A Walk

Years ago, I loved to go for a walk. Not a speed walk, an amble a stroll, a leisurely walk. I would actually stop and look at birds, and flowers. My neighbors and I would visit. Sometimes I would carry my coffee cup with me and meet my sister-in-law at the end of the block. We would giggle because our kids were still asleep in bed and besides that we could see our houses assuring ourselves that our husbands had not left for work yet. It just felt like we had fooled the world with our little walk.

I love country music. One of my favorite songs is Brad Paisley’s song called, “I’d love to check you for ticks.” It is a bit sexy and alludes to romantic interludes by taking a walk. Well, that’s fine and dandy, but now when I go for a walk, I have to wear two hats. One with the bill forwards and the other with the bill backwards. I wear knee high socks and long sleeve shirts. I wear something with Deet in it. The area I live in has what is called, Seed Ticks. They are so tiny that they look like a freckle. When or before we come in the house we have to de-tick. They are so bad that the other day I took a shower before we went to WalMart. As I was looking for mouth wash I felt something crawling on my shoulder. I felt this terrifying feeling that it might be a tick. I slapped at my shoulder and there crawled this blood sucker. I stepped on it and it just crunched.

How could a song be romantic when it talks about ticks? Yuk!