March 25th - Appreciation of the Eyeball

(Pictured a painting of a horse's eyeball, not mine, just FYI, mine is yellow/green/grey/will eat you whole)

I watched a woman doing these weird stretches in the park this morning. They were almost a half split on the top of a park bench. But her body positioning was very strange. Like a creepy hunch stretch. She looked like she was going to break her back? Or snap in two? Either or? Both. She then, in full workout gear, I kid you not,  did about 5 slow steps away from the bench. And then stopped and went on her phone.

Later, on on one of my loops, she sauntered past me again. The confident reckless relaxed saunter of the can't-be-arsed hero that she is.

Later, another woman leaped past me dressed as a window display for lifestyle sports. Had a peaked cap with a bit of colourful hairband thing attached to it. Like a visor headscarf? Very hip with running folk right now? She had an orange zippy jacket thingy zipped all the way up and bright pink running shoes. She looked like she had walked into a sports shop and declared; "KIND SIR! CAN YOU POINT ME TO THE RUNNING WOMAN COSTUME?" And then she bought it. And she ran towards me. To run in the park in her running costume. To be fair she was doing actual running though. Unlike my other hero above.

I changed up my chub ninja suit due to the glorious weather and added a grey jumper. Gotta keep em guessin'. It's a gorgeous springy day. The type of day where I'd bust out one of my springy yellow dresses. (I have 5 yellow dresses, don't judge me.) But this morning, I opted for my grey jumper and lycra pants as an extraordinary change.

A police van drove past me twice in the park. It's different now, this world we're in. Monitoring saunterers, checking out costumes and stretches. Noting down a dramatic change in jumper. Note how I too, noted all those things. Definitely en route to being a home detective.

BIG NEWS: A great accomplishment for walk number two today. I successfully dodged another fly careening its way to my left eyeball. It genuinely was going straight for it. WHAT IS HAPPENING? Social distancing is working. I also saw a dead blackbird. Its little beak resting on the path, propping its little head up. It looked like it gave up and decided to give a Tim Burton twist to the boring movie my life has become. Or it was also going for my left eyeball and was too early? We'll never know. RIP blackbird. Sorry you died. Perhaps it sacrificed itself for that fly? Again, we'll never know. Life is a mysterious threatening labyrinth of virus-ified air and looming death. I'm so goth right now. But I'm wearing a grey jumper! Spring!

Do you think this blog is just going to be my endless walks? Nibbling rice cakes? While watching a couple wrap a chicken with parma ham for a competitive dinner party from the past? What else is there? Memories of a life before Korona. Where touch wasn't terrible. Where entertainment was outside of your tiny gaff. Maybe I can start with reminiscent blogs instead... ILLUMINATING as my daily report on my boring walks are. Although you know, since I've started these 30 minutes of writing a day things, I've found myself making note of amusing or odd or beautiful things. I'm less focused on the DREAD OF THE WORLD and far more focused on my left eyeball...and gobbling up what it sees. So that's nice.