I was accused of mopery in my misspent youthery.
Oh, that’s a very different song cue… 
https://youtu.be/zAzxnHP4erQ?si=ez8TP-k_6zYMCZ3L
Alan Menken should be getting royalties from this thread by now…
No. I am much more likely to amble aimlessly.
At the beginning of the day, I will scratch gravel and mosey. My knee is usually grumpy by the afternoon, when I give the gravel a miss.
I believe you need a Rambler for that. Coincidentally, that photo is the exact same car that I drove in high school, color and all. It’s no wonder I never got laid.
Heh. My husband’s family had one of those when he was a kid. His dad didn’t enjoy driving though so it mostly just rambled back and forth to work.
My mother was going to trade it in when I was a senior in HS (probably because I had beaten it to death doing off-road stuff). I actually had her talked into one of these new-fangled '65 Fords called a Mustang. They wouldn’t give her a decent trade-in on the Rambler, so she went and bought another goddamn Rambler. My hopes and dreams dashed once again.
Yes, I like to wander. I’ve been “gallavanting” for a week now. Spent the last few days 4 wheeling along the beach with my dog, and drone fishing in S Texas. Will stop in Aggieville to have dinner with someone, then out west to visit the Navajo res. Will be wandering (ahem; gallavanting) out to Utah and then Colorado for a while after that.
“Galavanting” was what I planned to do in retirement, and I spent way too long dreaming about it in a cubicle. Making up for lost time now. September and October are planned out. Not sure about December yet.
I’m prone to lollygagging.
mmm
I’m skipping down the yellow brick road in my ruby slippers!
I’ve been known to skate.
If I have no particular place to go, I might be cruisin’ around in my automobile.
More often, I stroll, stride or saunter.
You are going to feel mighty silly the next time you come across somebody singing and dancing while on an adventure. Well, one of us will be feeling mighty silly, at any rate.
If you’re giving it laldy, who cares?
Don’t careen off that desk. You might fall at the office. Then it’s doctors, lawyers, workman’s comp. Big headache.
Charles Baudelaire wrote about the Flâneur. (The rest of this pretty interesting article is in English. These first lines in French are from his poem, “Le Vin de Chiffonniers” [“The Ragpicker’s Wine”])
The concept of the flâneur, the casual wanderer, observer and reporter of street-life in the modern city, was first explored, at length, in the writings of Baudelaire. Baudelaire’s flâneur, an aesthete and dandy, wandered the streets and arcades of nineteenth-century Paris looking at and listening to the kaleidoscopic manifestations of the life of a modern city. The flâneur’s method and the meaning of his activities were bound together, one with the other. Indeed, Christopher Butler suggests the flâneur is trying to achieve a form of transcendence.
This is what I’ve been looking for: achieving transcendence by aimlessly wandering around. Yes, this is me. Does that make me a Flâneuse? 
Hmmm…could that be related to floozie? I feel kind of transcendent already.
But to the OP’s question: up til now I’ve been more inclined to cavort. But that could change.
I gallivanted in my younger days.
During my working and childrearing years, I boogied.
Now, I stumble, hobble and lurch. (Sounds like a legal office!)
~VOW
Well, then, I guess I’ll have to go traipsing around by myself.
Weather permitting, you might spy me strutting that ass
