|...the street where Catherine lives ...|
... bring out your shovel ...
She is right.
I cannot walk in a straight line anymore.
|... Mackenzie, close to where Rebecca lives ...|
,,, no snow ...
I can only concentrate on one thing at a time. Sometimes I am thinking about breathing deeply, in through my nose and then a small stream of air out through my mouth. At other times I have my arms up at a 90 degree angle and then move them back and forth as I walk, as I sometimes see Chinese people do when they are doing a certain kind of exercise.
Sometimes I cam concentrating on just keeping on my side of the sidewalk, though that concentration is boring for me.
|... the morning sun on a condo on Mackenzie ...|
... seen as I walk my parabola ...
If I end up on someone’s lawn, I just self correct and continue on the loop I walk that takes me back to Rebecca’s house in about 8,000 steps, depending on how much wandering I do along the way.