walk blog 13

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Or so the saying goes.

I have a story to tell and I wish I had taken a picture

but I didn't

so let see how many words it will take.

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I was walking the other day on the east mountain.

On garbage day, of course,

so I could scoop up some appropriate laundry soap containers

from recycling bins of kind citizens

for the laundry soap making workshop 

that I host called “The Soap Kitchen”.

It was near the school that Mary and Connor go to

and it was 'dropping the kids off to school time'.

I wondered if I would see them.

At one point a blue minivan was about to go past me

and the vehicle slows down

and the windows are rolled down

and a couple of heads pop out that I recognize.

One of them belongs to my daughter Karen

who was undoubtedly dropping the kids off at school.

Mothers Day was coming up soon 

and I thought of the kind words

that I might hear from this daughter of mine.

Words that were worth slowing down and 

pulling over to the side of the road for.

Words of love and care for the mother who birthed her.

Instead the barrage that was launched included words like
“I'm so embarrassed”

“Are you going through the garbage again?”

“My mother is walking around like a homeless person”

They were said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

Maybe I should walk around her neighbourhood 

a little more often.

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