Monday, September 3, 2012

Coffe and first long walk.

     The very next morning, after my brother in law brought me my muffin.  I made myself my first cup of coffee.  Was so delicious.  I wasn't going to over due it.  Just one cup and nothing unusual.
     The next morning was nice and sunny.  I asked for nothing from the bakery, I had my plan set.  I wasn't telling my brother in law.  Not out of cruelty but more that he'd be concerned about it.  I was going to walk all the way to the bakery.
     He left his normal time, about 7.  I waited until about 7:30 and decided it was then.  It was a very hot summer that year, but the mornings were fine.  So I wanted to give myself time.  I checked that I had my keys.  I checked I had my cell phone.  I was off walking with trepidation.  More giddy than nervous until I hit the end of the road street that lead me to cross and make the gentle uphill to the bakery.
     Slowly I walked, cautiously, making sure I wasn't over exerting myself at all.  I remember stopping a few times, once halfway uphill I questioned the sanity of it.  Feeling reassured and the sheer adventure of being able to to it I continued.  The hill crested and just a few tenths of a mile between the bakery and me.  I was excited.  I'd done it.  I felt oddly empowered.  I wasn't tired and I was just thinking of my muffins and taking them home to enjoy with the coffee.
     I was greeted like a long lost friend, it felt good.  Told the girls that were there what had transpired.  I'd not been doing the bakery runs since late April.  They'd wondered where I was.  Feeling good that I was missed, good to talk to some new people I departed warning them I'd be back. 
     I made the descent downhill, happy, giddy, and enthused.  At home I made coffee, can't remember if the dog even knew I left.  She had begun sleeping under a chair in my brother in law and sisters bed room.  I let her be.  It was time to relax and that I did.
     I even went out back, the dog joined me then for a bit.  It was a glorious morning and I felt full of promise and hope.  Yes! I was going to be getting my old life back!  With a passion!

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