Inspiration
How does one get inspired? Where can an inspiration come from if one just sits in a recliner? Wish I had that answer. Today is just another lazy Sunday. I took a walk. We received a grocery delivery from Wally World. The kitchen was put back in order after breakfast. The cat is still here while Son and DIL are in Aussie land. A bright, crisp afternoon on the first day in February.
The walk was started by gathering up all the garbage needing to be removed. Clean liners placed in cans. One very full trash bag carried down 3 flights of stairs. Hefted the bag into the dumpster. Heading toward the sidewalk glistening grass surprised me. The sprinkler system had performed its duty in the freezing temperatures. The grass was covered in ice droplets. Not the most reliable surface of a middle old person to cross. The transit was made with nary a misstep!
For the next 20 or so minutes my eyes took in the area around the complex. Surely there is something inspirational going on along the way. The disk golfers are out enjoying the hobby. A gentleman is sitting in the slide door of his van. He speaks first. The van was crammed with essentials. Inquired if he travelled much. "I try", he responded. He noted it was his second home. The feet propelled me onward with no inspiration to be found.
A loop was made using sidewalks. Thoughts were few. "If I cross here is it considered jay walking?" "I'm getting hot so I'll remove the gloves, hat and unzip the coat." Done and the feet just keep moving forward. I return to the area with the glistening grass. I've warmed up but the grass is still covered in ice droplets. There should be some sort of inspiration in that, but no. Guess today's post will just be SOC.
Take care,
Janice
