Will you walk with me (again)?
Went for a long walk on the beach, this afternoon. There are no reference points, but let’s make a rough estimate, that the distance was about eight kilometers. Not much of a sample, but enough to make one thing clear. On a beach, for all the hype about “every particle of sand being unique”, there’s a remarkable sameness. Sand is sand (is sand), and it has an amazing ability to get inside shoes. Take that, fractal theory!
The others in my group were barefoot: she because she could and the dog because he must. I think we covered all the possibilities. Will I go again (soon)? Well, there is the promise that the walk will be different. In a same kind of way. Maybe.
We had awoke, this morning, with travel on the brain. Along the way (but still before the walk) our determination faded. Now, we’ll go soon. Maybe next weekend. Maybe in a couple of days. Ambivalence is the game here.
So, why? Well, there are parcels incoming, and I don’t want to play the game of convincing a courier to deliver sanely. As well, we have stuff to deliver (to the sons) and it will require some thought about the available packing space and the weight. Do I want to try the permutations, when one of the boxes weight more than the dog, and the other weighs more than his big bag of kibble. My back has to last me for a few more years.
On TV, no college football: somehow the network replaced my preferred match with a world level rugby tourney. Not the same! At least Twitter confirms that “my” team won their game.
