Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

The Park It Is

The park again… How many times have I walked this park? Too many to even try to count. I am supposed to walk daily. It’s called exercise, but to us old geezers, it’s just walk.

I still look around, although I swear, I know each tree, each bush, so by heart, that I’ve even named a couple of them. I know I could just walk else ware, and see new stuff. However, I’m not in it for the scenery, just for the requirement. As my doctor says, “Walk, if you want to keep being able to walk!” So that’s the plan. The last thing I want to do is get stuck daily in my little shell of an apartment because I can’t walk places, and am not rich enough for a chauffeur. That would be cool though, huh.

But what for? So, he or she could take me to the park? It’s not like I have tons of places to go, nor any desire for new clothes, or lots of cooking material. I’m quite happy with my same old same old, news, reruns of Castle, occasional movies, peanut butter sandwiches… But I do want the ability to go when I want without waiting in line for someone to take me, or worse, take care of me… I am certainly fond of being as independent as I can be, even if it depends on a bit of walking daily. So, I walk.

This afternoon I will walk to Lisa’s house for our weekly old lady meeting. We geezer girls will make cookies and tell our old stories to each other once again, and again, and laugh and laugh. There are many delightful things even for us oldies. It all depends on keeping those legs working.

And so, the park it is.