We’ve been busy and–one thing and another–routine such as it is here, day to day, has gone out the window.
There’s something to be said for routine, for a bit of structure.
I managed a walk this morning, the first since we got back from Normandy and it felt good.
Routinely, I try to walk every other day, ideally in the early morning–certainly in summer when it’s too hot by 10am.
I come back, the day’s ahead and a walk’s in the bag–a good feeling.
A bit of routine.
At 11.15–(it was cloudy and the wind was fresh)–I found myself out on the road.
Walking sets more than your legs in motion–the steady rhythm starts the mind turning over, popping stuff into your head–offering up ideas and solutions.
I’d got today’s lunch sorted yesterday–I thought; the left over spinach and rice torte and salad.
Then Meredith came back from the annual vide grenier (attic clearing sale) in Lautrec with scrambled eggs on her mind for breakfast–oh dear, there are four eggs in the torte!
Too bad I thought.
Then after ten minutes on the road, the sun came out and the mussels I bought for lunch yesterday floated into my thoughts.
(I’d forgotten they were in the fridge–I’d changed my mind about them when the weather got cooler.)
I was back home by noon–plenty of time.
The torte’ll keep ’til tomorrow!
Must remember it’s in the fridge though…
whoopee–on the road again!
Robin Ellis 