It’s hardly a metaphorical “walk in the park,” but it was worth getting my mom into a wheelchair and taking her for a walk around our next-door park. Good exercise for me, actually.
Spring is not my favorite season — something to do with allergies, adjusting to warmer weather and all that comes with it. There’s a heaviness all around me — both in metaphor and reality.
I’d love to be able to “spring clean” my life; I’m hoping I can get enough energy up to throw out those old “corporate” clothes that are left over from my old life. I live in jeans and t-shirts and expect to continue to do so.
Mom walked in. Gotta go.