This past Wednesday, June 18th 2014, I walked fairly early in the morning, while it was still cool.
Here is what I saw.
When I saw the tree below I immediately thought it looked like a woman at the OB’s office. Then I thought it looked like a woman having a baby. Or maybe a woman having a baby at the OB’s office. Which would mean she was probably having the baby in a hospital and although I really dislike hospitals I dislike pain even more so being at a hospital is better than being at home while giving birth. At least that is what I think although I have nothing but respect for those who give birth at home or all-natural. Its just not for me. No, not at all for me.
Who knew when that tree sprouted from a seed that it would induce (snicker, snicker) such a thought process years later? I named this tree O.B.
Maybe I should just listen to music while I walk.
I get home from my peaceful, thought provoking walk to find my child running madly away from the lidless sugar bowl.
I can’t go anywhere.