Saturday Sounds...

of a cat's meow----my guess to be fed. :)

Had my Writers' Group today. Encouragement all around. Makes me more determined to get my words more out there. To submit. Like that feeling.

Our meeting was close to where I use to live, so I took a jaunt to the park I use to walk around-daily. I do miss that park. I especially miss the bench I'd sit on. I called it my Forrest Gump bench. It was under a tree, and I'd sit there after I did my laps. I'd talk to God, pet the dogs that passed with their humans and met some folks that I only saw once. I do miss that park bench. I wanted to traipse around the park's path, however the little time I sat there, the heat boiled me. I figured maybe some weekend morning, I'd make it over there--for old time's sakes. I wanted to knock on the door of the my old apartment and ask the new tenants if their electric bills were as high as mine once were.

I guess it was a trip back to where I once was. Not really wanting to go back--yet there was something.

There's a park not far from me now. I can feed the ducks, turtles and such. Yet-that park, right my old apartment. It helped me get well--physically and mentally and spiritually. I miss it. But for those few minutes--I was at the place I was suppose to be.

Then I hopped in my orange Julius (that's the car's named) and headed the twenty-some miles to my house. First thing inside, I heard the cat's meow. Even a quick lick on my ankle. Once I poured the kibble in their feeder--I was ignored. :)

I am home.