It’s spring. The trees are leafing out, my apple trees are in full bloom. Yesterday I spent digging out the front garden bed with the intention of getting some strawberry plants in the ground. And it actually almost happened, except then life got in the way, people needed food and schlepping around. Strawberry planting may or may not occur tonight.
Two weekends ago:
Chief Kitty Stuporvisor. Really, Jynx is a white cat. I think he goes through periods where he really wants to be a tabby cat instead:
Turns out, my happy place isn’t just knitting anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I still love to binge watch shows and knit away, but after a while I just get twitchy. So a couple of years ago I returned to running, started cross fit and walking instead of driving when I could. Then a couple of mishaps happened and I discovered that knitting with an arm in a cast did not work very well. What the heck? One of my top coping mechanisms had just been pulled out from underneath my feet.
In February I came down with the crud. Not the regular head cold that last for a week and then you are done, but the kind that lingers for weeks. While it did a great thing for getting my knitting mojo back and getting caught up on my favourite TV shows, the aftermath has not been very pretty.
The reality was that I get quite out of sorts if the right quotient of exercise is not in my life. Preferably done outside. When I finally was able to breath well enough that I didn’t feel like I was sucking for air, my feet were back on the pavement, trudging through miles that will build my base level so that I will be prepared for a few trail marathons and ultra marathons that I plan on running this year. Yesterday kind of came to a head, where I couldn’t fathom hitting the pavement, and the hill and strength workout that was on my schedule wasn’t going to play nice with the strained leg muscle that was bothering me. So I told my coach “screw it, I’m going to Discovery Park. If not anything else, a nice walk will be better than nothing.”
So much better than nothing. Trails are my happy place. My place to reset and re-center myself. The run still sucked. But being outdoors in the woods? I’ll take the path less traveled any day.
Out of the corner of my eye the memory tugged at my heart.
Pen against paper, words parsed out from obscure clues on the printed paper.
Hands. Gnarled with age, swollen from arthritic joints, grasping the pen that look small in ancient hands.
A second glance and the memory disappeared into the stranger’s hands.
Unwavering confidence as mind flipped through the card catalogue of a lifetime
To render a word that would fit the confines of the squares before him.
Even into this nineties, the crossword was a daily ritual.
A glance. A memory.
And suddenly the years slip away and you are here again.
Sitting at the great oak table in the dining room in your chair
The one that had your unspoken name written upon it.
The daily crossword, newspaper folded just so, your pen blocking out the letters.
It was a lifetime ago. A memory ago.
Tearing at my heart as much today as when you slipped away from us.
How I miss seeing you sitting there, crossword before you and tea mug in hand.
Coffee. You used to drink coffee.
The sound of coffee percolating, as the rich, bitter aroma of Folgers seeped through the house.
You gave up coffee and switched to tea
But the memory of coffee in the morning, with you making breakfast is the memory that remains.
Funny how a glance brings memories flooding through my heart.
And the missing, the wanting, begins again.
Overwriting the never ending feeling of loss.
Yeah, I know it has been a while. Stay tuned, I’m starting up again.
I love taking a few moments at lunch time to get out of the office and walk about. I never know what is going to catch my eye, what it is that begs to be captured in the camera lens. Today it was this:
Yesterday (although it was a trail run, not technically a lunch time wander) it was this:
Today. Of all the birthday gifts and wishes, I am most thankful for today. Each day is a gift to be treasured and lived. So today, I celebrate living, family and friendship. Those who love me for who I am. And in the midst of living, taking moments to reflect upon those who have fallen in battle to preserve our freedom as well of those who have passed on after their tour of duty ended. Today is a gift. What will you do with yours!
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