A Thursday
When I worked, Thursday was my favorite day. It might still be my favorite day, but I usually don’t know what day it is. This is how this Thursday stared. On my morning run, I saw four eagles all perched on top of pine trees at the shore of Shagawa Lake. Later I found Lupine blooming. It seemed they were blooming in June, too. And they’re still blooming?
On my return I received a text from a friend and stop to make sure it wasn’t Terry. When I proceeded to cross the street a truck with two old guys rolled down their window.
The driver asked, “Hey, are you all right?”
“Wow, I look that bad.”
“Well no.” He looked sheepish. The passenger slid down in his seat.
“It might not look like it, but l’m running. I try to avoid rides when I’m running.”
“Sorry. I just thought you were limping. That’s all just limping.”
“Oh, just limping. I actually was just standing looking at my phone. But I’ll keep an eye on that limping. Thanks”
Back home I find Terry and the excavator talking. Terry comes and tells me the guy likes to talk but Terry wants him to finish today. Yet now Terry’s back out there talking again.
It’s time for me to go to town for my shower at Voyager’s Outfitters.
It will go like this. “Are you here for a shower?”
“What makes you think I’m here for a shower?”
Mountain Peace 