A sunny day and a sore foot
I've got a sore foot. My son accidently ran over me with his Razor scooter. Those things are dangerous. I am sure that every parent has copped one on the shin as they move it off the footpath or in or out of the boot, ouch. Well this one was a crunch over the toes and slam down on top of my left foot. I am using arnica and hoping it heals quickly. Anyway, the point is that I am moving slowly.
I was walking the boys to school this morning when an old man who lives around the corner told me to hang on a minute. He rushed away and came back with some bulbs and seeds from his fresias that I had admired in full bloom a couple of weeks earlier. That was all. He is not particularly chatty though I see him most days. We sometimes comment on the weather or simply nod at one other.
On the way home I saw a friend parking his car outside his place. We had a chat. He is going in for an operation on his ear today. A result of too many years spent surfing in cold water. He is a little worried about it and said he gave the kids an extra hug this morning as he dropped them at school. The recovery is meant to be a bit painful too. I wished him well and he asked me to post a letter for him as I was headed past the mail box.
At the local cafe the lovely owner prepared my coffee without me ordering and handed it to me with a smile.
Outside an old lady, impeccably groomed and very elegant, sat at the bus stop. We said hello to one another and I told her that she looked lovely. She said that I did too.
Further along I stopped to chat with a lady from Wollongong who comes to Sydney twice a week to mind her 14 month old granddaughter, Matilda. They were on their way to the shops for a look around.
Buying the bread and newspaper, Steve from the corner shop asked how my writing was going. I said a bit rubbish today as I am in self doubting mode though I will push through anyway. He wished me luck.
In my street I met a lady who is staying at her mum's place while she is overseas. Her name is Naj. She is recovering from a cataract operation and has a sprained ankle. She said that next time I should come in for coffee. I said that I would.
Next doors dog was out in the street so I gave him a good pat and encouraged him back inside the gate and shut it to lots of tail wagging and drooling.
Sometimes people ask if I get lonely working on my own, or bored without the socialisation of a conventional work place. I don't.
And more on the find your own pet front. Today there is a stick insect about 50 cm long wobbling on the dining room wall. How did he get there?
Try moving slowly. You'll be surprised what and who you notice.
With sunny day love, K.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
I was walking the boys to school this morning when an old man who lives around the corner told me to hang on a minute. He rushed away and came back with some bulbs and seeds from his fresias that I had admired in full bloom a couple of weeks earlier. That was all. He is not particularly chatty though I see him most days. We sometimes comment on the weather or simply nod at one other.
On the way home I saw a friend parking his car outside his place. We had a chat. He is going in for an operation on his ear today. A result of too many years spent surfing in cold water. He is a little worried about it and said he gave the kids an extra hug this morning as he dropped them at school. The recovery is meant to be a bit painful too. I wished him well and he asked me to post a letter for him as I was headed past the mail box.
At the local cafe the lovely owner prepared my coffee without me ordering and handed it to me with a smile.
Outside an old lady, impeccably groomed and very elegant, sat at the bus stop. We said hello to one another and I told her that she looked lovely. She said that I did too.
Further along I stopped to chat with a lady from Wollongong who comes to Sydney twice a week to mind her 14 month old granddaughter, Matilda. They were on their way to the shops for a look around.
Buying the bread and newspaper, Steve from the corner shop asked how my writing was going. I said a bit rubbish today as I am in self doubting mode though I will push through anyway. He wished me luck.
In my street I met a lady who is staying at her mum's place while she is overseas. Her name is Naj. She is recovering from a cataract operation and has a sprained ankle. She said that next time I should come in for coffee. I said that I would.
Next doors dog was out in the street so I gave him a good pat and encouraged him back inside the gate and shut it to lots of tail wagging and drooling.
Sometimes people ask if I get lonely working on my own, or bored without the socialisation of a conventional work place. I don't.
And more on the find your own pet front. Today there is a stick insect about 50 cm long wobbling on the dining room wall. How did he get there?
Try moving slowly. You'll be surprised what and who you notice.
With sunny day love, K.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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