I have a walking partner. We’ve walked together for five years and I’ve grown comfortable with him. However, this year, like last year, our Spring Breaks don’t coincide and I have to walk alone.

It’s been raining since Monday so, unlike last year, I’m confined to indoor walking. I have exercise tapes but spending so much time indoors is making me stir crazy so I walk at a local mall… alone.

I listen to podcasts mostly as I pace in circles. My favorite podcasts (found on iTunes) are the Naked Scientists, Stuff You Missed in History Class, and Catholic Stuff You Should Know.

Each circuit is 1.3 miles (if you walk in all the nooks and crannies).Mallwalking hours are from 8-10AM. The lights are dimmed. Music plays (alternative rock today.) Stores are closed. Their gates are closed and their displays hidden.

The hallway to the entrance/exit to the parking lot where my car is.

Turning Home


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Like most people, I hate filling out profile pages. Who am I? Well, I’m a wife, teacher, daughter, and friend. I’m also an intellectual, an introvert, a night owl, and a bookworm. I work with struggling readers and overachievers, ages 11 to 15. I take care of students, a cat, two rabbits, friends, and my husband. I enjoy geocaching, reading, volksmarching, gardening, crocheting for charity, lecturing, science fiction, learning, and teaching. My favorite colors are blue, green, and purple. I am judgmental, dyslexic, sweet, overweight, graying, short, generous, loving, supportive, and chronically early to meetings. I’m afraid of snakes, putting my head underwater, heights, depths, and failure.

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