A lovely summery day, a Sunday called for a day in the park.
The kind of day to walk, read, write, and lunch.
I packed an apple, a slice of lemon poppyseed loaf, and a water bottle with frozen blueberries, a small towel, and my current book, Lost, by Michael Robotham.
Recently JB, my partner here at A World Apart, told us about Robotham and his fabulous novels.
I had never read this author before, but the minute I read the first line I was hooked. I connected immediately and could understand why JB said she started reading and stayed reading for eight hours straight. Except for the necessary breaks of course. *Read cups of tea here.
I planned a few hours.
My preferred spot is on an island in the middle of the park, It’s where I write.
My island is now occupied by Tent City. By the homeless.
I’m not smart enough to have a solution to the homeless problem. It’s complex and complicated. All was quiet, and I walked the perimeter and did have my little lunch elsewhere in the park, but I couldn’t quite into the ’flow’.
So I did the next best thing; completed my goals for steps, working up a good sweat, came home, showered, dressed nicely, took my treasured book and headed down the street to Crabby’s for beer and burger and a very pleasant read!
So from North of 43, sated both physically and intellectually, I bid you good night!!