Walking in a Parabola

...the street where Catherine lives ...
... bring out your shovel ...

As Rebecca and I have been walking along, either down the street to the school, or along a street as we shop, I find myself running into her, if she is on my left side. A couple of days ago she just said out loud, I am going to walk on your right side and then you will stop running into me. 

She is right. 

I cannot walk in a straight line anymore. 

... Mackenzie, close to where Rebecca lives ...
 ,,, no snow ...

I just list a bit to the left with every step I take. I am been thinking that I walk more like a parabola. When I have done a certain distance, I just need to turn around and walk back and I will hit the same spot just about, that gentle curve always being with me unless I really concentrate on going straight ahead.

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 ...

Early in the morning, there are few other people out walking and so I look at the moss on the trunks of trees, or enjoy the colour of the pansies which are blooming in some yards.

 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.

Arta