As I sit here at Play watching Harrison enjoy the pit of foam blocks, the trampoline, and the other children I wonder what I can write about that won’t cause my eyes to leak. I’m tired of my eyes leaking, but I need to write . . . something.
I could write about my adventure with Loida Friday evening. You see last week Loida and I decided to take a walk. Walking with Loida can be a somewhat dangerous activity I’ve learned.
At the start of our first walk Loida asked about Heather’s future home. Heather has put in an offer to purchase a condo in Stonepark–the same complex, actually across the parking lot, as Brado Longo and his brother Thing One. Loida knew it was nearby and asked about it. It was not my intention to show her where Stonepark is located, but as we continued walking it became obvious that I would need to find some type of end point, some reason to stop and turn around. So we walked, and I don’t mean strolled, we walked–quickly. The distance from my door to Brado Longo’s door is approximately 3.5 miles. Since we cannot get through the gate at Stonepark without assistance from Brado or Thing One we only walked to the gate ~ approximately 3.35 miles. Even for me, who has not exercised regularly of late, that was not a too terribly far distance. However, that was only the halfway point. We still had to get home.
We had probably walked another 3/10 of a mile before my ankle began to bother me. I mentioned this to Loida and we eased up the pace~slightly.
I don’t think I actually re-injured my ankle, I think I overdid it for the first time walking a in a while. And we still had three miles to go.
As we continued walking I noticed my right hip and knee were also sending small signals of distress. I’m sure I had changed my stride to compensate for the sore ankle.
After two hours and five minutes we arrived back at my place. Not too shabby for the first time in too long. But I paid the price on Saturday. I couldn’t bend my ankle.
By Wednesday I was walking fine, but had apparently contracted a case of amnesia. As small group came to a close I asked Loida if she wanted to go for a walk Friday evening. She said, “Yes.”
Friday evening as we started our second walk I had the end point in mind. I knew we weren’t going to go a shorter distance so we would walk the same route. I could at least attempt to keep Loida from walking farther. I made it further on this walk before the pain started nagging my ankle. And I tried not to overcompensate which would only lead to pain in my hip and knee again.
Everything was going relatively well. We had just under a mile to go before we would be home. We were walking on the sidewalk along Spalding Drive. This is a quiet residential section of Sandy Springs. It is an older section of town. Most of the homes were built in the early Sixties. Any trees cut down to build had long since grown back. Most of that section of our walk is shaded by old, tall trees.
Nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.
We heard rustling in the trees about five yards ahead of us and directly above the sidewalk. We slowed our pace to see what the ruckus was all about.
Suddenly a large bird emerged, flying out of the tree and over the street then he circled back to perch on a branch in a tree just a few feet farther ahead of us.
and then . . .
The grotesque remains of his just finished squirrel dinner landed at our feet.
If my ankle still ached I wasn’t aware of it. I do remember the mad dash into the street and looking back at that very satisfied bird of prey~whose expression clearly said,
“What did I do?”