Mosey – to walk or move in a leisurely manner
We are a month into this self isolation thing and Chester and I have discovered something new about ourselves – we know how to mosey. I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal but in the seven years Chester and I have been walking together we have never mosied – not even once.
When Chester and I take a walk we motor, sometimes we hustle if the day calls for some hurry-up, but mostly motoring is our preferred pace. There are days when he’d like to put his foot on the gas but I am hesitant to give him too much leash – give this dog an inch and he’ll pull you into tomorrow. This is why I found it so surprising when I realized we were moseying the other day.
Some people are natural mosey-ers, they walk like they have all the time in the world. I’ve always hated pulling up behind these easy going walkers – I tailgate until a passing lane appears and then leave them in the dust. Not everyone has all the time in the world – some of us are motoring toward a finish line – granted the line is of our own making but we are generally in a hurry to get to it.
A mosey-er is not to be confused with someone who saunters – saunter-ers have a gear lower than even the mosey-ers. They are the daydreamers; not only are they not in a hurry, they aren’t walking on the same planet as the rest of us. They don’t notice, or care, if they’ve caused a traffic jam behind them. To make matters worse they are usually sauntering with another saunter-er. I can’t imagine Chester and I ever sauntering but these are strange times and I suppose anything is possible.
Worst of all is the dawdler. Dawdlers are usually at the end of the parade kicking rocks and picking up sticks. Nobody gets behind a dawdler unless it’s to push them. Dawdlers have no sense of time, they don’t give a damn if they’re making everyone late and their don’t-give-a-damnness is frustrating as hell. I can assure you Chester and I will never be dawdlers.
When I noticed Chester and I moseying my immediate reaction was to kick it up a notch, put a little pep in our step, but the day was sunny and we had the sidewalk to ourselves. We have no excuse to be in a hurry – these days we have nothing but hours to put in until lunch or supper or bedtime. We have all the time in the world – the number one criteria for a mosey-er.
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You made me laugh. I think at different times in my life I have been everything but a dawdler. My grandson though is a dawdler of the highest order. Going for a walk with him is an exercise in extreme patience.
Wendy – I have a granddaughter who dawdles – she makes me nutz! It hasn’t been a bad thing that chester and I have found a lower gear – we are much less stressed.