Today I went for a little walk to clear my head, a therapeutic stroll if you will. I’m still on this detox til you die kick and a daily 100% fruit Boost Juice from the local Bondi Boost Juice is on the menu. A delightfully refreshing break from hours upon seemingly endless hours of essay writing. It’s the end of the semester (as I’ve mentioned) and that means loads more work.
I float over the .6 miles or 1 km to the juice stand. I’ve walked this route so many times that my body is on cruise control, my mind is free to roam. I take my iPod and listen to a relaxing mix of Joshua Radin, Ingrid Michealson, Ray LaMontagne, and others which now includes my new favorite, “Little Waltz” by Basia Bulat.
“You and I, we make a grand salute. Stare at each other, like lost little birds across the room. And I remember the way you looked. I learned how to dance, but I’d never shown it to you …” – Basia Bulat – Little Waltz
The song floods me with nonspecific nostalgia, I listen to it on repeat.
“A watermelon crush with lemon please. Yes with lemon please.” I always ask for lemon. It’s not supposed to have lemon but I ask for it anyway. I like it tart. The watermelon is for my kidneys. Well – it’s supposed to be good for my kidneys. I like to keep my kidneys happy. It was they who helped me to discover 5 months ago that I’m gluten intolerant.
I detour on the way back and walk along the beach. It’s a lovely 82F and there is a subtle ocean breeze that takes that tiny little edge off the heat.
I wonder if the women who were inspirations for the famous grafitti strip along Bondi Beach know their images are enshrined there. “Chloe who wears a flower in her hair,” it says. One of my dogs is named Chloe. I tried to put a flower in her fur one time but she barked in protest.
My thoughts wander to my girls. I smile. I can’t help it. I keep my feelings and thoughts hidden most of the time, but when I succomb to daydreams and memories I can’t help but to wear my thoughts and emotions for the world to see. I have to be careful, I have found myself chuckling out loud.
Like the time I caught little Duchess pulling fat and bumbly Chloe (who was upside down and on her back) around by a tug rope. Chloe was growling but was too lazy to do anything about it. So she just let her sister drag her around – upside down – fat speckled belly exposed to the world. I always laugh out loud when I remember that.
I like this alone time – this time for myself – this time to myself.