Today I join my fellow bloggers in "serving up a slice"
to the Tuesday Slice of Life (SOL) community.
Thanks to Stacey, Betsy, Beth, Kathleen, Deb, Melanie, and Lanny
for hosting this meeting place each Tuesday and nurturing our writing lives.
This slice is part sorrow, part joy, and part longing. Sorrow for my friends who no longer live close enough to be my walking buddies, joy for all the miles and conversations we logged together, and longing for a new walking buddy within walking distance.
Joan lived across the street from me in Houston. We became good walking buddies, but the best part of our walking routine was the signal method we used. Sometimes we weren't sure if we wanted to walk early the next morning. So we flipped on the porch light if we were up and ready to walk. It was easy to glance out the window and ascertain if Joan was up and ready to stroll. We stopped being across the street neighbors twenty years ago. But all those morning chats made us good friends and we still stay in you touch by telephone (yep, we're old school and prefer chatting on the phone to texting). In fact, it's been awhile since we've talked. Something tells me that when I finish this post, I may check in with Joan.
Karen did not live across the street, but I could zip across the road, through the elementary school lot and meet her at Homestead Park. It was easy to send a quick text and ask if she wanted to walk - sometimes just around the park a couple of times, sometimes downtown, and sometimes around the library. Often I would catch her just after a day of subbing and before she crashed into her easy chair. No matter what other activity she had participated in that day (and she's a very active friend), she would make time to stroll with me. Now she's moved off the island.
So I'm longing for a new walking buddy. Shelly and I manage to connect some of the time, but there's something so delightful about a walking buddy that is within walking distance. It's not really the best of times for walking in the Northwest, but there are the occasional moments we can find when the sky isn't dripping, even if the sun rarely peeks through the clouds to join us. How about it? Are you a solitary walker? Or do you prefer to walk with a friend?