Tree Lovin'
I went for a walk yesterday!
Going for a walk is not a big event in my life; I’ve been walking every evening after work since the North Dakota weather has decided to be civil and one is able to be outside without earmuffs. But this was a different kind of walk, it was an after-dark walk.
One of my new friends (we’ll call her Pink) wanted to hang out, and between both of our ridiculously busy schedules (hers actually is; I just pretend) we came to the conclusion that the only time we had was about 10:00 in the evening. I’m usually getting ready to think about going to bed at that time, and besides sleep, about the only thing I want do is (no surprise here) go to the bar. And if that’s not an option, than hanging out on picnic tables with friends and laughing sounds like fun.
But no, Pink wanted to go for a walk. I had already been for a walk. I went after work. I walked for 45 minutes. It was just enough to burn off my soup and sandwich and cookie I had for lunch, if you believe the charts. Two walks in one day are too healthy, in my opinion. If I start walking twice a day today, tomorrow I may be eating more veggies, and in a week I’ll be hugging trees. No, much better to stick to one walk. Any more than that is just too risky.
However, Pink refused to go to a bar, even though I suggested sitting out side and offered to let her walk around the table while I drank, which was very kind of me. Imagine how annoying I would find someone in constant motion, especially while trying to enjoy a drink. Pink did not appreciate my compassion. I think she is conspiring with the organic farmers to bring up my veggie intake.
When I suggested a picnic table and ice tea, she pointed out that we have no picnic tables to hang out on. Again, I brought up my splendid idea of night of laughing around a table outside a bar, but she flatly refused. I think it has something to do with her being embarrassed to go out in public with me, on account of my laugh. But maybe she really does love it, and she just wants me to start hugging trees.
So we go for a walk. It was the perfect night for being outside AT A BAR. No wind, no bugs, slightly cool, lots of stars. We were not able to enjoy the stars, however, because we were walking and therefore had to look where we put our feet. If we were sitting down, we would be able to look up at the sky, which is much prettier than the sidewalk. I shared that thought with her and she just walked faster. Some people just do not know how to appreciate nature.
I am leaving work now and I plan on walking later today. But I will only go for one, because today I felt remorse when blowing my nose, drying my hands, printing out important documents and then coping them. In my line of work, these sentiments are very inconvenient.
I am now going to go home and eat a salad and some frest asparagus my mom dropped off for me. Yummm.
Going for a walk is not a big event in my life; I’ve been walking every evening after work since the North Dakota weather has decided to be civil and one is able to be outside without earmuffs. But this was a different kind of walk, it was an after-dark walk.
One of my new friends (we’ll call her Pink) wanted to hang out, and between both of our ridiculously busy schedules (hers actually is; I just pretend) we came to the conclusion that the only time we had was about 10:00 in the evening. I’m usually getting ready to think about going to bed at that time, and besides sleep, about the only thing I want do is (no surprise here) go to the bar. And if that’s not an option, than hanging out on picnic tables with friends and laughing sounds like fun.
But no, Pink wanted to go for a walk. I had already been for a walk. I went after work. I walked for 45 minutes. It was just enough to burn off my soup and sandwich and cookie I had for lunch, if you believe the charts. Two walks in one day are too healthy, in my opinion. If I start walking twice a day today, tomorrow I may be eating more veggies, and in a week I’ll be hugging trees. No, much better to stick to one walk. Any more than that is just too risky.
However, Pink refused to go to a bar, even though I suggested sitting out side and offered to let her walk around the table while I drank, which was very kind of me. Imagine how annoying I would find someone in constant motion, especially while trying to enjoy a drink. Pink did not appreciate my compassion. I think she is conspiring with the organic farmers to bring up my veggie intake.
When I suggested a picnic table and ice tea, she pointed out that we have no picnic tables to hang out on. Again, I brought up my splendid idea of night of laughing around a table outside a bar, but she flatly refused. I think it has something to do with her being embarrassed to go out in public with me, on account of my laugh. But maybe she really does love it, and she just wants me to start hugging trees.
So we go for a walk. It was the perfect night for being outside AT A BAR. No wind, no bugs, slightly cool, lots of stars. We were not able to enjoy the stars, however, because we were walking and therefore had to look where we put our feet. If we were sitting down, we would be able to look up at the sky, which is much prettier than the sidewalk. I shared that thought with her and she just walked faster. Some people just do not know how to appreciate nature.
I am leaving work now and I plan on walking later today. But I will only go for one, because today I felt remorse when blowing my nose, drying my hands, printing out important documents and then coping them. In my line of work, these sentiments are very inconvenient.
I am now going to go home and eat a salad and some frest asparagus my mom dropped off for me. Yummm.
posted by Cola at Thursday, April 27, 2006
3 Comments:
hé hé hé... Tree hugging.
When I was in 8th grade my teacher was so weird she actually made a bunch of brightly colored, genuinely embosed, certificats for every child in my class. They were 'I Love Trees', or 'I Have Adopted A Tree' certificats, and I remember that they had this clause at the bottom that if the children signed it then they were obligated to give their chosen tree a hug each day or maybe it was each week.... My bad I forgot all about Piney! Poor Piney I haven't hugged her in about 6 years... Shit I hope my teacher doesn't come after me!
Havs, thanks for the laughs! I'm thankful someone found my story amusing! I love that you have an adopted tree, I bet it misses you, but not as much as I do!
Dags!
Welcome! I loved your pictures of trees! You need to come out to ND and take some pictures, especially now in the Spring when everything is turning green and flowering. It really is beautiful.
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