I count.
I don’t mean that I’m important, far from
it, but that I count THINGS; if I walk up stairs I know how many there are.
Today I went for an early morning bike ride
– my foot/leg is still preventing me running – as I needed exercise, wind and
oxygen.
The exuberance of the wild flowers
surprised me so I counted the butterflies on the track.
Ok it was early in the day, early in my
butterfly counting season and I DID get distracted by two
sleeping-in-their-car-Poles which prevented me doubling back on the flat
section of the track to get the low gear on my bike to engage before the
slopes......
So my distraction was compounded by the
struggle to get up the mountain in my downhill gears......
And when I’m distracted and puffing my
ability to count flies out the window.......
And though I don’t have a window on my bike….
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