Day 30 - Tired

Today, Bob and I had a really nice hike to Lake Anza in Tilden Park.  It was downhill all the way.  The empty parking lot, picnic areas and beach seemed a bit dystopian on this beautiful day, but we soon passed all that and found the trail going by the side of the lake.  There was a skinny young teen fishing most contemplatively.  We didn’t bother him.  There were two or three groups of two that walked by us as we sat on the bench and admired the serene lake.  After a time, we headed off to find a path back.  We walked by the side of the lake and admired a big turtle swimming by holding his head up out of the water as he swam.  Eventually we discovered a wide flat path decorated with buttercups, poppies and purple Brodaiea and took it.  We didn’t really know where we were but that didn’t matter.  It was a nice morning and we had all the time in the world.  Finally we came out to a road and recognized it as Wildcat Canyon Road.  We were halfway to Inspiration Point.  Oops.  From there we knew the way back home on the roads.  Everyone we passed was friendly and chatty.  We talked with a man who passed us twice with his Whippet dog, a smallish greyhound shaped dog.  When a motorcyclist with loud calliope music on, passed us by and the woman riding in back gave me a friendly wave, it truly felt like a holiday to me.  Maybe I need to think of this time as a holiday, a break from my regular routines, chores and duties.  I am after all, fully retired.  I am very tired of thinking about this pandemic.  I am tired of fearing the dire predictions and worrying about the future.  I am tired of Trump playing politics with this crisis, making it all about him and holding back the government checks so his signature can be on each check.  I need a break and I guess it’s up to me to take one.