RalphZ:
Yes, that is true, however if I am moseying along, I might actually work up a sweat. And get to where I'm going. Not so if I am mozzying along. Here is the difference: My stepfather comes from a small town in Kansas. From his folk's house to the center of town is about two city blocks. The whole town from one end to the other is only three city blocks long. On the day my stepfather and I went to the hardware store we moseyed along and actually got there within a fifteen minutes. Six months later, in the summer time, I mozzyed down to the store and even though I left right after our lunch I still haden't reached the hardware store before grandma rang the dinner bell. First, I had to scratch the dogs head and behind her ears and throw her ball for a bit. Next, I stopped to visit with a neighbour and his wife. Just down the street a couple of houses was my temporary girlfriend. Now you know that took some time. Next was the post office and she had to know all about my just finished school year, over a cup or two of tea. Next to the PO was the town garage and old Bill was working on a vintage Ford. Another hour shot. Then it was two structures to the HW store, and as I made my way there I heard the dinner bell, which didn't really matter cuz the HW store was closed. But it might not have been open all day anyway, but I wouldn't have known that because I wouldn't have gotten there until after closing time. Thats a picture of mozzying.
Yes, that is true, however if I am moseying along, I might actually work up a sweat. And get to where I'm going. Not so if I am mozzying along. Here is the difference: My stepfather comes from a small town in Kansas. From his folk's house to the center of town is about two city blocks. The whole town from one end to the other is only three city blocks long. On the day my stepfather and I went to the hardware store we moseyed along and actually got there within a fifteen minutes. Six months later, in the summer time, I mozzyed down to the store and even though I left right after our lunch I still haden't reached the hardware store before grandma rang the dinner bell. First, I had to scratch the dogs head and behind her ears and throw her ball for a bit. Next, I stopped to visit with a neighbour and his wife. Just down the street a couple of houses was my temporary girlfriend. Now you know that took some time. Next was the post office and she had to know all about my just finished school year, over a cup or two of tea. Next to the PO was the town garage and old Bill was working on a vintage Ford. Another hour shot. Then it was two structures to the HW store, and as I made my way there I heard the dinner bell, which didn't really matter cuz the HW store was closed. But it might not have been open all day anyway, but I wouldn't have known that because I wouldn't have gotten there until after closing time. Thats a picture of mozzying.
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