>>2471911At first, it was therapy. My father was dying slowly, and it was the only time I could get away. Mom and I tagged team. Whoever went out, the other one had to stay with him. He could not be alone by himself for more than an hour. Our sleep schedules revolved around him. You would never see both of us at a gathering. The most common words for him were "relax, yes, it's okay to pee/poop, you have your depends on. go now, yes, go now, it's ok, its ok. rest."
10 minute drives, a bit of reading, an hour walk, and I'd be refreshed and ready to go back. Mom made the sacrifice for my sanity many, many times.
I've never had enough money to treat ppl to anything other than a meal, and everyone from church just seemed too busy to simply "take a walk". "Take a walk" was too simple and too scary for people to do, my generation, anyway.
They feared conversation. They only say "love to take walks" on profiles but never, ever, follow through.
Older friends, 60's and up, no problem. Anytime. Great conversations. Deep talks.
My generation were busy making babies, marrying, drinking late into the night raging at FPS. used to be me. 4 years sober and best friend is still passed out drunk Friday nights.
I always want to go in the evening. There's more colors that play in the early morning/dusk than any other time of the day. Lighting is everything. No one dares to walk at night, even in this safe town. It's the one time of day where I dont die from the intense heat.
i put on my headphones and hum the entire circuit
I've hit the gym religiously for the past few weeks, haven't walked for a while, but i should get back to it, increase my metabolism, get back to simple walks....for dad always liked to walk with me
