Thr last few days have been a little rainy, a little chilly, a little gloomy.
And work has been in a bit of a holding pattern; what I’d normally be doing this week — the order forms — has been pushed to next week, so I’ve spent the last two days trying to do next week’s tasks to free up my time next week. I am trying to be flexible, adapt to the situation, but I’m also a little frustrated.
Since it was so nice, I went for a walk in the afternoon.
I had some books to drop off at the Little Free Library in town — more of Laurie R. King’s Mary Russell novels — and it was brisk enough that I needed a jacket.
The clouds were tremendous.
This poor dog was very upset and irritated that I was out and about, and he made that clear to me in no uncertain terms. Alas, for I felt would have been fast friends.
It was just lovely. I had to stop and sit for a few minutes on the wall of the storage center; my legs were very angry with me, as they often are when I go for walks, thanks to my blood pressure medications. I didn’t feel bad; my legs were just tired and hurting, and resting for five minutes made the hurt go away. I have trouble with hills. Flat ground, I’m fine.
I dropped the books off, and there almost wasn’t room for them! The batch of Mary Russell novels I left last week were still there. Some Dallastown resident can walk by and pick up the first six in the series.
I sat for another tens minutes on the wall at the church. It was pleasant, and I was in no hurry.
It was a little on the windy side. A blustery day. The sort of day Mary Poppins comes to visit.
The return trip home was unremarkable. I stopped, not because my legs were hurting, but because I wanted photos of this very lovely afternoon.
With everything going on, it’s important to pause and take a moment to savor the world. There’s beauty all around us, and many of us lead lives of bustle and impatiencr so we miss it.
When I returned home, I logged back into work and checked the database for text until seven.
I was glad I took the time for a walk.