Stalking the muse
Yesterday, Loca and I got up and headed out to the park. Our long journey began with an errant turtle who had lost its way from the lagoon and was about to get crushed as it crossed the street. I picked it up to bring it back to the lagoon but noticed that a fishing line had gotten caught on it and so then began my search for a knife or scissors to free the poor guy. Two fisherman didn’t have a knife – how is that possible? So I headed to the cafe in the park and as I got there a couple was entering with their two small children and I asked if they could get me scissors because I had a turtle in one hand and a dog in the other.
They guy quickly brought his baby in and returned saying he had one of those all in one gadgets in the car. So we went over there and turns out he had never used the thing – most likely having gotten it for a holiday gift as I think they were the trend one year. He tried and tried and couldn’t figure out how to open it and then he read the instructions, but we ended up improvising and just sticking the line into a knife we could see in there that had teeth. Wala, free turtle. I brought him back to the lagoon and he dove right in.
Then because I was in the mind to move my body having just seen a young woman running the other morning with such a carefree gait that I wanted to feel that way again, mobile, agile, strong, energetic and since I had put on my great Newton running shoes, I started sprinting and then stopping to stretch, then sprinting, and Loca was with me the whole time, up and down and all around. We then went over to the exercise area and I hung upside down for a bit on the bar and stretched and then sprinted some more. We exhausted ourselves and on the walk back through the park, we decided to sneak across the railroad tracks that are over the lagoon by the sculpture garden.
And then we ran into the mayor of the neighborhood as we are want to call him and he wanted me to take a spin with him, so we walked some more as he told me about his recent trip south to help poor children. It was quite a tale and inspired me to want to do good work myself. Loca meanwhile was jumping in the lagoon and running around like a nutball. By the time we got home, we were ready to relax but we had been out so long that we had to quickly just head out to the hospital to make visiting hours for mom.
But for that moment in time, in City Park that is so beautiful with its big oak trees and heavy moss hanging from the branches and its big meadows and lovely new big lake with all the new plantings, we had found our muse I and Loca, and we passed a good time.