I went for a walk with the dogs tonight. I didn’t go for a run. I didn’t even wear my running shoes. I wore my flip flops. I walked slow and enjoyed the evening.
I enjoyed things like the spectacular setting sun.
And I enjoyed just quietly thinking. I had lots of thoughts running through my head. When I run I can’t think about anything except putting one foot in front of the other and breathing at the same time. So it was nice to have thoughts again.
I thought about curriculum changes I want to make. Whether or not I want to try a foreign language with the kids and if I do what will I choose? I haven’t been able to find anything I really like. I thought about how close we are to being out of milk and how that always causes me to feel a bit of panic. What if I WANT milk and there’s only a tablespoon left? What will I do? I thought about how nice it was to see the bottom of the laundry basket for five minutes yesterday. It felt like such an accomplishment for those full five minutes.
As I walked I noticed how uncomfortable my flip flop was becoming and then I looked down and saw this:
The sole was folding under with each step and I knew my relationship with my beloved Reefs was coming to an end. I had already ordered another pair this year, but they were not the same style and I couldn’t bond with them. I had to send them back. I’m very picky about my shoes.
Finally I ended my walk in front of the swing set where I sat down and discovered a multitude of seed ticks marching up my legs. And then I saw this:
But it was only a momentary distraction because MANY SEED TICKS almost too small for my old eyes to see were moving very swiftly. So I went to the pool and dipped my legs in. But I’m not sure that solved the problem. In fact, I’m still itching.