The Good Stuff

A Good Friday and it’s not even done yet! I like that. The best part was after my doctor’s appointment this morning that’s close to my previous dwelling, which is next door to the park I always walked in. I’d made up my mind prior; I would head there after the appointment. And I did.

During my recuperation moment, which gets farther and farther away, in the rear view mirror, to walk around that park—just once and survive—was a goal. As time ticked on, the once around became the ‘more than that’ around. My prize was rest on my Forrest Gump bench. Prayed and meditated a lot on that bench. And I did that today too.

Can tell I’ve aged since my excitement for a stroll around that park, could barely be contained. You’d think I was going to a Tina Turner concert---which I am on the 26th—however, that’s another post for another day—just wanted to get to this park.

The park was as I preferred it most. Just me and God’s radio to keep me company. The wind thru the trees, whistle of the birds, and barks from dogs not seen. I loved it. When I sat on my bench, I beamed. Felt good to be there. Just right.

As I sat on the bench and soaked up the Friday sun, the one dog I did see, and prayed I would see, jumped up on my lap. Her human didn’t remember me, but Annabelle did. A cute little Yorkie. Before I moved, whenever Annabelle saw me on the bench or walking around the park, she’d run and jump on me. Her human would say, “She’s knows the good folks.” That sweet little hound was the icing on my Good Friday Cake.

Some chums that have known me since way back in yester- century would shake their heads. The would ask, “How in the world did this Party Hardy Girl, who swallowed whiskey shots in less than a blink of an eye, get so off on some birds and trees?

Yes, how did she indeed? I like that.