i snowshoe’d. again. i am a snowshoe fool. people ask me why i don’t swim at the pool with mister jones every morning. my answer — i prefer holy silence and being alone. and, i prefer my water frozen. in the form of snow, you understand. people also ask me if they can come snowshoe with me. my answer — only if you don’t talk. mister jones likes to tell people (besides telling everyone he swims two-to-three nautical miles every morning) “if you snowshoe with marie, you’ll end up leaving her behind. she’s not at all competitive.”
half-way up coyote hill, i burst into tears. you see, i had been feeling restless….discontented. and i really didn’t understand what was going on inside of me. as i rounded the corner to that-a-way, i was asking myself what‘s wrong with me? my little inner reminder reminded myself that i am trying to be positive. negativity adversely affects the immune system. so my what‘s wrong with me quickly turned into what‘s up with me?? there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. i’m absolutely perfect. i’m absolutely the way i am supposed to be. there are things you don’t know about me yet because i have not told you but i am sure you suspect. one of those things is i like to decorate trees. and i am more scottish than i am whatever-else-my-blood-says-i-am. my little chubby cheeks i have had since childhood?? scottish. my beliefs and likes? celtic. and, i am not competitive. i believe i have never said that out loud. although mister jones certainly has. and, i am absolutely perfect. i have told you that, before. but, here’s one thing i have not told you :: i snowshoe in snowtical miles.
it‘s a good life.