Friday after work I walked in Shawnee Park. Bluebirds and Chipping Sparrows got on the top of small trees to enjoy the last moments of the setting sun. I picked up El Pollo Loco for my wife and I to eat.
On this Saturday morning we had carpet cleaners scheduled. I took Beatrice to Oak Point Park to get her out from underfoot. At first, Beatrice worried that we were bound for her vet's office. She whimpered a bit. But then we got to the park, and her mood lightened.
Oak Point Park is a really pleasant nature preserve, with a little lake and some woodlands and some open fields. In the distance, we could hear a rock band from a community event that apparently was part of a fun run for a charity educating people about teens having heart conditions. I lost a nephew to a heart condition, so this interested me in hindsight, once I knew what it was.
Beatrice and I walked around the little lake first. She met a red-eyed bulldog who seemed eager to meet her. She said hello to one of those curious smallish dogs with some kind of frozen north connection. We walked on a new boardwalk trail. Ultimately, the coast clear at home, we walked back to the path around the pond. Beatrice expressed the view that the right way to go around the lake was counter-clockwise rather than clockwise. Her dozen or so words of English did not run to a detailed explanation of how going in either direction in a circle comes out the same way.
When I got home, the carpet looked great. I went and got grilled chicken at KFC. Then I drove to the place at which I got my oil changed a few weeks ago. My "need oil change soon" light had come on. As I suspected, the light required the place to set something to make it go away.
I took two afternoon walks--one in Hoblitzelle Park and one in Suncreek Park. I listened to a football game on the radio as I walked. I picked up my dry-cleaned shirts on the way home.
At home, I walked yet again in Glendover Park, bringing my steps near 10,000. My Google Fit app still seems to count my steps as roughly 80% the number of steps it used to count. I am not sure if it was more accurate before, more accurate now, or not accurate in either case.
We went to El Chepa for dinner, where I had the lettuce tacos. I like the idea--bring me lettuce, chicken, and salsa. They tasted great.
Part of me wishes I were writing for November, but less that I were writing a novel for Nanowrimo and more a wish that I were writing non-fiction.
I hear thunder as another storm moves in. Tomorrow will be a busy day.
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