This Modern Philosopher thinks it’s wonderful that people walk for so many different causes. It’s great that folks are doing something to improve their health, but the fact that they are also doing it to raise awareness for a cause has me tipping my stovepipe hat to them.
I do try to go for two fifteen minutes walks every day at work, but those are purely for exercise (and to get the hell away from work and clear my head!), and there is no special cause involved.
Tonight was supposed to be a rest night because I had run the last three days. My running toga was in the wash and my legs were a bit sore, so the plan was to get back to The House on the Hill, unwind on the front porch, and maybe write a silly blog post about Zombies, Aliens, Mayor McCheese or any of Maine’s other fascinating inhabitants.
Once I got home, however, my Perfect Host gene took over and I knew I had to put off relaxing and writing for a little longer. You see, an old friend who I haven’t seen in forever is coming to Maine on vacation, and we plan to see each other while she’s here.
I would love for her to see The House on the Hill, and I want her visit to be perfect. So, on the off chance she can find time to come by the house, I stocked up my fridge will all her old favorites. Of course, they didn’t have one thing on the list when I went shopping, but I got a very close substitute.
The sweet relish most likely would have been fine, but it wasn’t perfect. It was beginning to bother me because I wanted to put out the welcome mat and impress her with my memory of all the things she liked. And sweet relish just wasn’t dill relish.
So I walked to the grocery store. I walked for her favorite. I walked to make things perfect. I walked because she would’ve done the same thing for me.
I walked for dill relish.
Maybe you think I’m silly. Perhaps you’re thinking that if this old friend was a true friend, she wouldn’t mention her disappointment with the wrong kind of relish.
Even if it means walking a mile to the grocery store on the night I was supposed to rest.
I know the title says I walked for dill relish, but I think it’s clear that I walked for an entirely deeper, much more important reason.
I walked for her…