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I found my journal and stumbled upon this entry
dated October 8, 2009 @ 2:56 pm. I like this entry because for a moment,
it brought me back to a place and time where I felt relaxed.
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dated October 8, 2009 @ 2:56 pm. I like this entry because for a moment,
it brought me back to a place and time where I felt relaxed.
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Today I realize that I am most relaxed when I am walking while pushing my sleeping Jesse on his stroller, taking my time shopping to pass the time. And then now, waiting at the school yard, for the bell's ring, to pick up Janvier and Justin. It is a nice, cold, breezy, mildly sunny Thursday afternoon.
On my way to school to pick up Janvier and Justin, I saw three old ladies walking, about 65 and older. One was walking in front of me with her grocery cart filled with groceries, one who was walking a big black dog (probably about 2 meters in front of the old lady with groceries), and the other walking with a walker on the other side of the road. I thought to myself, "Huh, I would be like them in the future. I want to be old and still be walking whether with a cart of groceries, a dog, or a walker.... as long as I get to walk. And as I walk slowly and carefully, minding my old fragile bones, I will be thinking back how lovely this day is... how the sun is kind of peeking through the clouds, how the wind is being playful to my hair and my skin as she blows the cool breeze, and how quiet and relaxing our neighborhood is at this moment."
On my way to school to pick up Janvier and Justin, I saw three old ladies walking, about 65 and older. One was walking in front of me with her grocery cart filled with groceries, one who was walking a big black dog (probably about 2 meters in front of the old lady with groceries), and the other walking with a walker on the other side of the road. I thought to myself, "Huh, I would be like them in the future. I want to be old and still be walking whether with a cart of groceries, a dog, or a walker.... as long as I get to walk. And as I walk slowly and carefully, minding my old fragile bones, I will be thinking back how lovely this day is... how the sun is kind of peeking through the clouds, how the wind is being playful to my hair and my skin as she blows the cool breeze, and how quiet and relaxing our neighborhood is at this moment."
*Leslieville was my neighborhood in Toronto*
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