Emma ,Loredana and I walked to school this morning. The girls walked on the short landscaping walls and collected pine cones along the way.My sister drove by on her way to take her kids to school and stopped to say hello. We took our sweet time, I enjoyed it and made a point to myself in my head not to rush the girls along. A couple of time I hurried them but that was when they wanted to back track a ways to reinvestigate something like a broken piece of cinder block. When I was a kid I walked every where. Walking the same paths day after day, you begin to know those paths. You recognize the crack in the wall at the street corner, the sucker some kid dropped in the gutter is still there after a week, here's the fence you keep at least six feet away from because you never know when that big dog is going to come crashing into it, there's that strip of desert where you found some porn( better check again) and there's the spot where you usedto be able to cut across but not any more because of the track homes they put there. Gotta walk more.