Hello I am trying to talk my journal entry today. I walked home from the office, but I was offered a ride by one of my coworkers. I was reluctant to accept the ride, but I decided to ride to the corner drug store, where she dropped me off. I didn't want to inconvenience her.
So I began my walk at the Rite Aid pharmacy, and walked to the subway sandwich shop and made a phone call. I was returning a call from my brother in law concerning my mother, who soon will be departing her rehabilitation center. He wants her to come live with my sister and him. I am totally undecided if I agree. I said I would think about it and then I proceeded down Henry's to the Tim Hortons. I have appreciated how my sister and he have taken my mother to doctor appointments and even to the Veterans of Foreign Wars for a St. Patrick's Day Celebration.
At the Tim Horton's, I just watched CNN for a few minutes and then I rolled out and took a picture of excavations for a new restaurant. Turning around Meijer to face west as a smaller footprint has blessed Norton Shores with two new businesses and counting.
And then I cut through the shopping plaza devastated by the closing of a Kmart. I spotted a woman on a bicycle making her way through this abandoned shopping plaza just south of the Tim Horton's. She greeted me cheerily, as if she were cycling on the beach.
I stopped in at the Norton Shores public library and got a few sips from the water fountain. When I started off East on Seminole, the woman on the bicycle passed me from behind and said "we meet again". I would not have minded a conversation with her, because we really did not meet. I walked on the west side of the Muskegon Yoga building and I slipped into the coffee house. I took some photos of new art that had recently been hung on the walls.
I overheard a conversation, a Batista talking to her boss, a recent graduate who is planning to go look for a teaching job in Florida. Maybe it was rude but I slid into the conversation. I warned her. Florida will be a frustrating place to teach because it'll be hot and she might not have the best outfitted classrooms and she might experience too many students in a classroom. I bet she wants to go to Miami and drink mojitos just like that one nurse I met in the Lakeshore Tavern wanted to do. Why not? Have your fun before arthritis settles into the joints.
I saw a woman leaving the hair salon and she had a big designer bag and a great perm from her hair salon session, and I catcalled: you're having a great hair day. She thanked me but curtly. I decided not to ask her for a ride.
I was walking alone until I reached Mona Lake Park. Dark had fallen in the time it took to walk from Muskegon Yoga to Hidden Cove Park. I was glad to see that the upgrades to Mona Lake Park will include the addition of a walking trail. This has meant the tearing out a chain link fence that extended from Mona Lake Park all the way to the entrance of Hidden Cove Park. As I walked along Mona Lake, close by Mona Lake for the first time, I encountered a woman and a man and their dog Honey. The woman recognized me because she had waited tables at the all night restaurant near Mona Lake Park. She had been fired for being too friendly to customers. That doesn't mean too friendly too friendly. It simply means she talked to customers far longer than she needed to talk. She had found a job at a small breakfast place in Fruitport, Michigan, where her attentiveness has been greatly appreciated.
I was ecstatic that I could walk into the broad expanse of Hidden Cove Park from the freeway and I enjoyed stumbling around the park in the dark. I tripped a few times over stones and twigs and dirt clods. I greeted in passing a few fisherman who were also ecstatic that more of the park was available from the freeway for shore fishing.
On the shore, a man and his son and a woman with blonde hair that glowed in the moonlight were fishing. I startled the woman who stood up and stared at me until I spoke to her husband and her husband spoke back to me in a friendly manner. The husband and son were successful, catching many foot long to two foot long suckers plus what they called silver bass as big as an outspread hand! He was worried about the pollution in the lake, but I assured him that excessive levels of phosphorus was the biggest problem plauging Mona Lake.
It took me a while to find the concrete bridge over Black Creek but it was fun stumbling through the dark looking for it. The concrete bridge has been tagged again and again by spray painted comments. After striding across a grassy field, I found the gravel path that I followed all the way to Cress Creek and my home. It pleased me to be welcomed home by the sound of peepers chanting among the marsh grasses.
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