After almost three weeks of my allergies kicking my ass, I ate a bowl of cereal and then packed a bag with two bottles of water, chocolate candy to give me a boost of energy, my IPod with soothing Zen music, my Nikon camera, my kindle, paper and pen and a turkey and cheese sandwich with avocado, lettuce and tomatoes. I packed my meds and my Oxycodone. I also put pain patches on my back, knees and neck.
I caught the two buses that would put me in front of Cunningham Park.
I folded my cane but decided I should use it to help me maneuver. There was a path to the left and one to the right.
I took the one on the left. I read the signs warning of ticks and poison ivy. I tucked my pants in my socks and studied the picture of the poison ivy. And off I went. The soothing zen music from my IPod filled my head with chimes and bird whistles. I pulled one ear bud out so I could hear nature. I was hearing real birds in one ear and the same bird sounds from my IPod. I couldn’t see any though.
There were many downed trees. I guess they are the remnants of Sandy, who blew through last fall.
After a few yards in there was a huge tree blocking the path with no way around. Feeling my oats I had in my cereal bowl, I climbed. Ignoring the sign I read earlier warning not to venture on paths that were blocked by fallen trees.
As I got further into the wooded area, I no longer heard the traffic. Instead I heard a lot of rustling in the bushes. I popped some chocolate in my mouth and turned to go back. Oh man! I have to climb back over that fallen tree. However before climbing I rested a moment on that big old trees and talked to my sister on my cell. Good to know I could get reception if I need it.
When I got back to the entrance I looked at the path to the right. Should I? The pain patches were working on my back but my knees and feet were screaming find a place to sit my old, fat and disable butt down. I’ll take that path another day.
I made my way to the other side of the park and admired the tulips.
On this side of the park life was bustling with people enjoying the first spring day of the year. People were walking the cement paths with their dogs and kids were playing baseball. A group of special needs adults were picnicking on blankets under a tree. I wish I was daring enough to sit on the grass. I know I wouldn’t have been able to get up if I did. There were senior citizens socializing in chairs they brought with them. I searched for a bench in the shade to eat my sandwich and rest my tired body for a moment. The few shaded benches were taken. So I sat in the sun . . . yes dangerous for a person with lupus. Good thing I remembered to put on sunscreen.
So as I sat there in the hot sun and made a mental list for my next nature walk, insect spray, sun hat, folding chair and a buddy. Then enjoyed the view.
I didn’t want to walk another step but I had to catch a bus home. I ended up detouring and had a Caramel Frappachino with extra whip cream at the Starbucks in Barnes and Nobles. I sat next to this lady who was studying or something. I wanted to slurp the bottom of my cup, you know the part where there’s nothing but melted cream and caramel. The good to the last drop bit. I said to the lady, “Please excuse me, I do know better but I’m going to slurp the end of my drink.” She giggled and told me to knock myself out and I did. Yum!
I wasn’t in the mood to take any buses home so I called my taxi cab friend. I waited for him at the bus stop across from St. John’s University.
I showered, uploaded my photo’s and wrote this recap. It was a long day. A quick dinner, some TV then I will catch some Zzzzzz’s.
I hope to share my day in poetry either tonight after a nap or tomorrow.
Thanks for reading.