Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Random Thoughts

Dear Mom,

I walk with some friends in the morning, but the other day I walked alone. The things one misses when alone. The reverse is true as well—what you miss not chatting with others.
I wondered why there were more walkers than normal. As I passed an outside door, the rain fell in sheets. There was my answer.
A thin elderly woman with cotton colored hair, a striped shirt and white pants craned her neck as three new mothers pushing strollers passed her. A huge smile wrapped around her face. I wondered whether she had grandchildren. If she had any, did she see them? Were they on good terms? Were they in town? I sighed feeling blessed that my children weren’t in strollers.
Across the way, I waved to a man in a red shirt that I recognized from previous walks. My friend the matchmaker wanted to hook him up with another friend. I wondered if I had the opportunity whether I’d be so bold as to ask.
A man with Einstein hair, dark shorts that were crawling up his legs, walked slow and I wondered whether he was ill and walking for his health because he looked depressed. A young girl with wavy brown hair was reading a book while walking. That looked too hard to do without running into a wall. Two athletic girls passed and one made eye contact. I wondered whether or not her mind was wondering about my story.
Next thing I know, the man in the red shirt tells me to speed it up. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, rolling down my neck into my already wet shirt. Now I remembered to be careful what I think. I was bold and asked, “Are you married?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh.” Now I felt kind of stupid. “Well…we had a friend we wanted to introduce you to.”
I don’t like matchmaking, but felt like I was talking on behalf of my friend. We continued to chat and walk. I didn’t want to be rude and tell him I wanted to walk alone. Nearly finished, I did an extra lap before I bid him farewell.
When I got in my car, I hoped by the time I got home I’d remember everything I observed since I didn’t bring my notebook. Most of it probably doesn’t matter anyway or does it? I suppose we remember what we need to or it pops up when it does matter. In all my observing I noticed how much I’ve changed—it wasn’t all that long ago when I wouldn’t have walked by myself nor introduced myself to a complete stranger.


  1. Terrific post, Lynn. Thanks for your insights.

  2. I am proud of who you are, Lynn; but, then, I have always been proud of you!

  3. You sure have come out of your shell, stopping married men and guys in red shorts. ha ha Love this post.

  4. How nice for your friend that you're looking out for her!



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