Tuesday Writing Thoughts: I Walk Therefore I Write

This morning I took a walk half-way down the block. I walked east from my apartment going toward Eastern Avenue. I walked down to the point across my old apartment building I lived in fifteen or twenty years ago. It is a two story apartment building painted puke green. The windows are boarded up and the court yard is mostly cement with a few dying weeds around the edge. There are also dying weeds in front of the building. 

That building is part of a two building complex. Each building is two stories high and both are painted the same color. That complex is obviously condemned. I want to use the complex or one of the buildings in a story, but I am not sure what kind of story. The courtyard would be a good setting for a mystery of some type. The apartments themselves might make a good place for squatters or a ghost story. I could also use my memory of the apartment Mom and I lived in for the setting of a story. However, I like the idea of using the complex as it is now for part of a plot. 

Wednesday Word: Exercise

Exercise is good for me! It's probably good for you as well, but this entry is about my exercises. I walk everyday. I walk the floor of my studio apartment for five minutes every morning. I also take the trash to the alley about every other day (I live alone so I don't have that much garbage). I take longer walks one or two times a week. I took the longer walk this morning about 9:00 am.

This morning I walked from my apartment to the alley where I got in my car. I then drove my car to the grocery store. I went into the grocery store, got a cart, and did some shopping. I don't have a specific walking pattern when I go into the supermarket because one of the reasons for going is to get exercise. The other reason, of course, is to purchase food.

I know there is supposed to be a specific pattern to walking up and down the aisles in a grocery store. I don't know what it is and I'm not interest in finding out because the was I do it works and it increases my exercise time. After I get my grocery cart then I chose a random aisle and begin my shopping. I walk down or up the aisle looking at the contents on the shelf.

This morning I begin on the aisle that had packaged dried fruit. I picked up a large package of dried cranberries, read the ingredients on the label, and then put it in my shopping cart. After I decided on the large package of dried cranberries, I saw a smaller package. I picked up the package and looked at the ingredients and then at the size. I put the small package of cranberries back on the shelf because it was more economical for me to purchase the large one.

Next I went to the packaged meat section because I wanted some chicken breast, hamburger, and turkey sausage. I picked out the meat and then I went back to the aisle where I purchased the cranberries. I know that's not the was one is supposed to shop, but I was looking for peanut butter. I didn't purchase any peanut butter because before I got to the peanut butter I found a nice size container of apple butter and bought that. After that I went looking for the rest of the stuff I went in to buy.

The only things I went into the grocery store for was meat, coffee filters, and to get a little exercise. I got what I went in for and much more. I will have to go back to the store on Friday or Saturday because I need some dish washing liquid, but I may go to a different store because I have an e-coupon at another store for that.

I Wonder a poem about a dream

I looked into the morning light
and wondered
what happened in my dreams last night.

I remember walking down
a path of rose pedals releasing
their scent as I stepped on them

Writing is like a morning walk

A morning walk is
One-step after another
Along the sidewalk

Writing like a walk
One word after another
Builds a paragraph

Yesterday was a lost day, I think

Istiqlál (Independence), 9 Ilm (Knowledge), 165 B.E. – Friday, October 24, 2008 about 5:31 PM Pacific Time

I was so wore out from my two-mile walk that it was a struggle making it home. I came home, took a nap and attempted to do some work on line. I didn't get anything done because I was so wore out that I couldn't think. Today I'm feeling better, but I'm not sure of the reason.

This morning I got a ride half way to work, so I actually walked only a mile and a half today. However, I was still to tired to walk the half mile to the bus stop so I could go to the bank. I'm going to go tomorrow. I'll go in the morning, catch the bus on Charleston and change at Maryland Parkway. Then take the Sahara bus to Food 4 Less and gets some items we need.

The only problem is that we'll have to take the Eastern bus back. The problem with that bus is that sometimes the bus driver doesn't stop at Oakey, even when there is a request to stop. If it doesn't stop at Oakey then there is an extra mile or so walk back to the house. Oh well, that's life. I had other things to do this weekend beside walk an extra mile or so to get home.

It might be easier to walk the mile from Food 4 Less to the house, but Mom's going to be with me so the bus is probably the best option. Not that I could actually make the walk myself. It's getting harder and harder to walk the the mile to work and the mile back home. I had planned to rest this weekend, but that's out now. I have to make a deposite and buy some groceries.