Rain in your eyes...
I woke up about 630 this morning. Thinking that the boy would be in at any time I just lay there. I tossed a bit snuggled up against the big guy and couldn't get back to sleep. I figured why just toss and turn Ill go for my walk early. So I woke Andy enough to tell him I was leaving, and to listen for the boy getting into bed.
Hmm mmm. ok .. take your phone...
So I tossed on my sweats, bra and a tank top. It was a humid, muggy morning so I fi gured a refreshing walk it would be.
So I got the Ipod, put on the sneakers that dont fit stuffed my junk in my bra and I was OFF>
I headed down the street. The entire route is three miles. I am still hooked on the shuffle idea on the pod. Music is a surprise which is cool, but then again if it doesnt suit me at the moment, ITS GONE with a hit off the shuffle button.
I'm walking, walking, thinking about the weekend out the mountain for labor day. I had a good time, nice to see everyone.
I left the mountain last night about 930 ish, I was ready to go home. My boy was tired, it was getting rainyish and I was ready to go.
So I had a good nights sleep in my own bed with my guy and all was well.
I was still weepy this morning though. I get that way lately. I just feel weepy, I can feel my eyes fill up with tears ahhh, I miss my brother Rick.
tears.
I worry about my boy Jack. weepy.
What are my girls doing? and why do I feel like Im losing them? more weepy?
Young Danny coming home, in one piece, tears fall like.... raindrops.
I'm walking and it starts to rain, right when my tears officially start to fall down my face.
Im up on the levee by the river and walking, crying and laughing at the rain that is falling -running down my face, down my shirt, down my neck, down my pants.
But I kept walking, listening to John Mayer ( perfect shuffle for crying rainy walk)
Im not sad, depressed, or out of my mind.
Im just thoughtful.
I worry too much about people, and LOVE a little too much sometimes.
I walked along the path and turned my head up to the sky and let the rain fall on my face, which mixed with my tears and dripped into my mouth.
salty raindrops.
The only time I recall the sensation of this rain on my face is in the shower.
How strange to keep walking, close my eyes, and just cry.... and sing.
Im reaching the end of the levee and hitting the incline. where my legs burn, my calves scream and the three toes on my right foot go numb because my shoes dont fit right. Its also where I usually hear the best song of my walk its about the 2 mile mark. This is where I send pictures to my favorite people. The vantage point is phenomenal highest point above the river, I love it there.
No time to stop today becasue Im soaked with the winning combination wet tank top, sweatpants and all kinds of shit stuffed in my bra.
Not a pretty site. I wander down the path into the cemetery where I try to shake off the rain/tears. No deal Its raining even harder.
Next interesting thing I see is a man, standing in the cemetery, facing a tree.
I thought he was urinating, thats how close he was to the tree. He was wearing a striped golf shirt and jeans with a belt.
He did not have a car in site. He was creepy enough facing the tree, when he turned and looked at me-- CREEPIER.
I immediately pulled the earbuds out so I could hear him if he spoke, he did not- he just looked at me and smiled. He was strangely dry. At 730 in the morning, in a cemetery, alone, no ike, not running or waling. no one with him and no car.
CREEPY.
I pulled out my phone, in case he followed me. He did not. When I got about 20 yrds away from him I was afraid. Officially spooked.. I turned around and he was gone.
I kept walking FAST out to the main road and headed on home. I kept checking behind me, he was gone.
I put my earphones back in and picked up the pace. Rain in my face, dripping down my chin(s), and hair totally soaked.
Finally made it home.
Wet, my tears not evident, camouflaged by lots and lots of raindrops. I took a hot shower to wash away the wet.
My boys were awake, snuggled in bed watching cartoons. I crawled back into my spot. Like I never left.
Jack said "Mom, your all wet?"
"I know bud I just took a shower/."
"Oh well, welcome back."
Never truer words has he spoken.
"Thanks Mister, Im glad to be back."
As I lay here tonight back in the same spot that I started in early this morning, my legs are thumping from the extra effort exerted during my tearful, spooky guy walk. I cant help but wonder, as I wondered this morning, did God invent rain before tears or tears before rain? It rings a bit chicken and the egg riddle for me. Whichever came first I found them both to be absolutely necessary this morning, and so worth the effort.
PS. I saw Sarah Palin ran a half marathon this weekend and came in second for her age group, 40 to 49 year olds.
I knew I hated that witch.
Good night all.
Hmm mmm. ok .. take your phone...
So I tossed on my sweats, bra and a tank top. It was a humid, muggy morning so I fi gured a refreshing walk it would be.
So I got the Ipod, put on the sneakers that dont fit stuffed my junk in my bra and I was OFF>
I headed down the street. The entire route is three miles. I am still hooked on the shuffle idea on the pod. Music is a surprise which is cool, but then again if it doesnt suit me at the moment, ITS GONE with a hit off the shuffle button.
I'm walking, walking, thinking about the weekend out the mountain for labor day. I had a good time, nice to see everyone.
I left the mountain last night about 930 ish, I was ready to go home. My boy was tired, it was getting rainyish and I was ready to go.
So I had a good nights sleep in my own bed with my guy and all was well.
I was still weepy this morning though. I get that way lately. I just feel weepy, I can feel my eyes fill up with tears ahhh, I miss my brother Rick.
tears.
I worry about my boy Jack. weepy.
What are my girls doing? and why do I feel like Im losing them? more weepy?
Young Danny coming home, in one piece, tears fall like.... raindrops.
I'm walking and it starts to rain, right when my tears officially start to fall down my face.
Im up on the levee by the river and walking, crying and laughing at the rain that is falling -running down my face, down my shirt, down my neck, down my pants.
But I kept walking, listening to John Mayer ( perfect shuffle for crying rainy walk)
Im not sad, depressed, or out of my mind.
Im just thoughtful.
I worry too much about people, and LOVE a little too much sometimes.
I walked along the path and turned my head up to the sky and let the rain fall on my face, which mixed with my tears and dripped into my mouth.
salty raindrops.
The only time I recall the sensation of this rain on my face is in the shower.
How strange to keep walking, close my eyes, and just cry.... and sing.
Im reaching the end of the levee and hitting the incline. where my legs burn, my calves scream and the three toes on my right foot go numb because my shoes dont fit right. Its also where I usually hear the best song of my walk its about the 2 mile mark. This is where I send pictures to my favorite people. The vantage point is phenomenal highest point above the river, I love it there.
No time to stop today becasue Im soaked with the winning combination wet tank top, sweatpants and all kinds of shit stuffed in my bra.
Not a pretty site. I wander down the path into the cemetery where I try to shake off the rain/tears. No deal Its raining even harder.
Next interesting thing I see is a man, standing in the cemetery, facing a tree.
I thought he was urinating, thats how close he was to the tree. He was wearing a striped golf shirt and jeans with a belt.
He did not have a car in site. He was creepy enough facing the tree, when he turned and looked at me-- CREEPIER.
I immediately pulled the earbuds out so I could hear him if he spoke, he did not- he just looked at me and smiled. He was strangely dry. At 730 in the morning, in a cemetery, alone, no ike, not running or waling. no one with him and no car.
CREEPY.
I pulled out my phone, in case he followed me. He did not. When I got about 20 yrds away from him I was afraid. Officially spooked.. I turned around and he was gone.
I kept walking FAST out to the main road and headed on home. I kept checking behind me, he was gone.
I put my earphones back in and picked up the pace. Rain in my face, dripping down my chin(s), and hair totally soaked.
Finally made it home.
Wet, my tears not evident, camouflaged by lots and lots of raindrops. I took a hot shower to wash away the wet.
My boys were awake, snuggled in bed watching cartoons. I crawled back into my spot. Like I never left.
Jack said "Mom, your all wet?"
"I know bud I just took a shower/."
"Oh well, welcome back."
Never truer words has he spoken.
"Thanks Mister, Im glad to be back."
As I lay here tonight back in the same spot that I started in early this morning, my legs are thumping from the extra effort exerted during my tearful, spooky guy walk. I cant help but wonder, as I wondered this morning, did God invent rain before tears or tears before rain? It rings a bit chicken and the egg riddle for me. Whichever came first I found them both to be absolutely necessary this morning, and so worth the effort.
PS. I saw Sarah Palin ran a half marathon this weekend and came in second for her age group, 40 to 49 year olds.
I knew I hated that witch.
Good night all.
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