This morning I drove to the coffee shop and drank coffee. When I got home Charo the Cat came to me and asked if I would like to go for a walk. As I do not like to dissspoint him, I said yes.
First, we headed over to Branch 139 of the Royal Canadian Legion. When we got there I noticed that people had left all of their food garbage on one of the picnic tables. I had no anger left. I was sinking into a hopeless resignation. I gathered up all the trash and placed it in the dumpster.
Charo and I then walked down to the Old Power Dam, and sat on the rocks looking out at the river. Afterwards, we strolled along until we reached the old Dumping Grounds I wrote about last week. (Where my friends and I use to dig for Blue Bottles.)
I saw that their was lots of Nettle in that place, but I didn’t care and stepped through it; even though I was wearing shorts. I immiediatly felt stinging on my legs. But I learned a long time ago that when it comes to Nettle their is one thing you shouldn’t do, and one thing you should. You shouldn’t scratch, and you should ignore the stinging.
Charro followed behind me, but with a little difficulty, because of how tall the grass was. So finally I just carried him. When we got to the top of the hill we started back. At the old Streetsville Hydro Building I stopped, and took more photos of it.
At this point I felt that I still had some walking left in me and so we made our way over to St.Andrews Cemetery. Charro went off and explored, and I did too. Only I always knew where I was, but not always where he was. When we were finally reunited I told him that I was going home.