Dear reader, was that a week that just went by? Did I miss anything? Did I forget to drop anyone off? Did I forget to pick anyone up?
Is Caroline still waiting for me to help her practice?
Between my New Year's resolution to be more organized and packing up this house, I think my brain is about to fizzle. It is so contrary to my nature to be organized. It actually hurts my brain to be on the ball. I've been keeping this vise-like grip on my thoughts lately and every time they start to wander, I zap them with a cattle prod.
I guess that's one reason I love writing: it's a chance to sit down and mentally relax. No vise-like grip. No cattle prod.
It's also why I love to run. Sometimes a run is the perfect place to sort through one's thoughts. Sometimes it's the perfect place to think about nothing at all.
The other day I went for a run and the most wonderful thing happened. When I reached the summit, who should I encounter but a little old man!
Can you believe it?
Sometimes they to turn up in the most unexpected places.
As luck would have it, he was in the company of two little old women and unbeknownst to me, they'd been watching as I ran from the bottom of the hill to the place where they were resting.
They clapped and cheered as I approached, which took me rather by surprise but was nothing if not exhilarating. When is the last time someone clapped and cheered for you?
Take my word: it goes down like a new party dress, like a ticker tape parade, like gold stars all over your homework.
Of course I had to stop and talk for a minute. Especially because they were all simply amazed by my speed and prowess and went on about it at great length.
How strong I was! How fast I ran!
One of the little old women insisted I have a drink of her water. I thanked her and said I felt fine. She was not as convinced.
Why did that feel so lovely?
I don't know what it is, but this much I've noticed: the sun and the moon could pass away but if some little old man thinks I'm a first rate runner, if some little old woman worries about the state of my hydration, if little old people want to dote and fuss over me in general, I will just stand there with a ridiculous smile, drinking it all in.
Possibly not the water, mind you, but pretty much everything else.
