Cerra and I decided to go for another walk this afternoon. I’m becoming addicted to walking around the city, but I’ve been told it’s not a bad addiction. I’ll have to believe that unless I continue to get sunburns. I must find my bottle of sunscreen.
We met at the corner near her home and walked toward Fairview. We went on in the direction of Clayton Park and explored around a backup watershed for the city. It was far emptier than I would have expected, but interesting despite that.
A little up the road we decided to go to the grocery store. There Cerra and I spent a good deal of time exploring all the junk food options we could. We eventually selected sour cream and onion chips, peanut butter creme cookies, chocolate chip oatmeal cookie dough and beep (a fruit drink that brings back memories of my elementary school days).
We returned to the watershed and I suggested we have our picnic on a fallen tree I spotted that leaned against the fence surrounding the watershed. So we climbed up the bank and into the trees, away from the traffic passing by. The tree proved to be quite an acceptable sitting spot, so we sat down to eat our unusual, but highly enjoyable meal.
It was very amusing to be hidden from the view of passersby while we feasted on the indulgences we had. We got a kick out of the odd situation and vantage we were in and that certainly made the picnic even more enjoyable than the courses would alone.
Eventually, I decided to become more comfortable and tried using the limbs of the dead tree as a back rest. It failed to work well in the few attempts I made, but when I got the brilliant idea to use my shirt as a hammock-like support it worked splendedly.The shirt even survived unharmed.
When we had finished our picnic we cleaned and packed up and headed for home. We shared another nice walk back and I gave Cerra my two issues of Found Magazine (a wonderful magazine filled entirely with found items that I’ve shared with everyone I could) before we hugged and parted paths. I wandered the cemetery before returning here.
I’ve come to enjoy the time I spend with Cerra a great deal. I find I’m at ease around her far more quickly than I would be with most people, and I find that very rewarding and remarkable. It’s definitely nice to have a friend nearby that I can both spend time with frequently and feel able to talk with openly.
We met at the corner near her home and walked toward Fairview. We went on in the direction of Clayton Park and explored around a backup watershed for the city. It was far emptier than I would have expected, but interesting despite that.
A little up the road we decided to go to the grocery store. There Cerra and I spent a good deal of time exploring all the junk food options we could. We eventually selected sour cream and onion chips, peanut butter creme cookies, chocolate chip oatmeal cookie dough and beep (a fruit drink that brings back memories of my elementary school days).
We returned to the watershed and I suggested we have our picnic on a fallen tree I spotted that leaned against the fence surrounding the watershed. So we climbed up the bank and into the trees, away from the traffic passing by. The tree proved to be quite an acceptable sitting spot, so we sat down to eat our unusual, but highly enjoyable meal.
It was very amusing to be hidden from the view of passersby while we feasted on the indulgences we had. We got a kick out of the odd situation and vantage we were in and that certainly made the picnic even more enjoyable than the courses would alone.
Eventually, I decided to become more comfortable and tried using the limbs of the dead tree as a back rest. It failed to work well in the few attempts I made, but when I got the brilliant idea to use my shirt as a hammock-like support it worked splendedly.The shirt even survived unharmed.
When we had finished our picnic we cleaned and packed up and headed for home. We shared another nice walk back and I gave Cerra my two issues of Found Magazine (a wonderful magazine filled entirely with found items that I’ve shared with everyone I could) before we hugged and parted paths. I wandered the cemetery before returning here.
I’ve come to enjoy the time I spend with Cerra a great deal. I find I’m at ease around her far more quickly than I would be with most people, and I find that very rewarding and remarkable. It’s definitely nice to have a friend nearby that I can both spend time with frequently and feel able to talk with openly.
5 comments on “Fallen Tree Picnic”
It’s definitely nice to have a friend nearby that I can both spend time with frequently and feel able with talk to openly.
You and me both.
We both make errors like ” able with talk to openly.”? 😉
I always walk alone…
Reading about you and Cerra (how well you get along) made me miss Alex. *sigh* I’ve been wanting to talk with him for a while, but his e-mail got shut down, his brother apparently doesn’t give him my messages, and I really don’t want to call his house because his brother has that incredibly bad habit of pretending to be him…
Yeah, I guess I’m lonely. At least I’m getting out of the house, though, even if I always go alone.
Walking alone can be rewarding too. I walk alone whenever I don’t have someone to walk with, and I enjoy it.
I hope you’ll be able to contact Alex soon. He definitely seems like someone who has been a good friend to you.
I’m sorry you’re lonely. If you lived here I’d certainly invite you to go walking.
It’s doing better, though still red.
Oh, I’ll look forward to that.