Lost in Boronia (third draft)
Uta had started walking back on the cyclepath. She enjoyed the crisp cool air and the sunshine. The surroundings in this reserve area with no cars around were very peaceful. Uta felt all right drifting along, just drifting along. She assumed, since she had come this way before, it would be easy to just go back on the cycleway. She was right on time too. She had checked with her watch before she turned back. Her son had told her to turn back after fifteen minutes. This was exactly what she had done. Everything seemed so perfect on a perfect morning.
The cyclepath suddenly split into two ways. This was definitely not right. This was not the way she had come before. But how could this be? She couldn’t work this out. It was like waking up from a dream. You’re dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. All of a sudden you wake up and realize that you are lost., meaning you are somewhere totally unfamilar to you.
Feeling absolutely lost, not knowing what to do, she just walked on. She remembered she had to go back to MANUKA DRIVE. This was the road she had started from. So where was this Manuka Drive? Best to ask someone. It had to be here somewhere. It can’t all of a sudden disappear. She asked a man who came along walking two large dogs. ‘Can you tell me, please, where MANUKA DRIVE is?’ The man said he had no idea where this road was.
Then a lady appeared on the cyclepath. She was running at what seemed a moderate pace. Uta dared to interrupt the lady’s jogging by asking her for directions to Manuka Drive. Luckily the lady knew exactly where Manuka Drive was. It turned out, Uta had gone too far along the cycleway. Turning back the way the lady had told her to, Manuka Drive soon was right in front of her. What a relief, to find some familiar sourroundings again, she thought. Gradually it dawned on her that she must have crossed Manuka Drive before without paying attention to it because the cyclepath went via an underpass to the other side of the road.
AuntyUta 
Hello, Aunty Uta. How was your walk? Sounds like fun, the cyclepath. Does it have good views? It’s good to hear you go out and exercise. God for body and soul.
Hi, Mary-Ann!
This walk happened in about 2006 in Melbourne (Boronia) where we were visiting family. They moved since then. Sorry, I should have explained this. Yes, these cyclepaths are very good for walking.
My knee isn’t sore all the time now but I get tired quickly. I try to move as much as possible. The half hour walks with my neighbour I cancelled for the time being. But I want to try to go to my Thai Yoga class today.
Tomorrow and on Thursday we’re going to be in Sydney for Peter’s birthday. Hope, you had a good Mother’s Day weekend. Yesterday I wrote a post about my Mother’s Day. We are always happy when our offspring find a bit of time for visiting.
THAI YOGA class from 9 to 10 am.
I went to the class this morning, the beginners’ class that is. I was able to do nearly all the exercises without any knee-pain. I really liked to spend this hour doing calming exercises.
Right now there is a bit of pain back in my knee. It’s really only a little bit of pain. It’s just a nuisance!
Lost in Boronia does NOT surprise me Aunty Uta!! I have a sister, I don’t see much because it appears miles away, but she lives in – oh no! I can’t remember the name. It’s where that poor 13yo girl went missing on her way to school.
Glad you made your way home, but really am sorry about your pains 😦
Take care Aunty Uta!
Noeleen
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Hi Noeleen,
Great to hear from you! Yes on that walk in 2006 (!) I felt lost for a little while. But just because I had been dreaming and not paying attention to where I was going. There was really no danger, none whatsoever! Still the moments when you feel lost can be a bit disconcerting!
I hope everything’s fine with you and Daniel.
I think I am still doing all right for my age. Never mind this little bit of pain. It comes and goes. That’s life. I am still happy with the way things are.
We had a great time in Sydney the last couple of days.
Our daughter had some beautiful edible red carnations for us. They come from a farm in Victoria:
crispandfresh.com.au
Best Wishes, Aunty Uta
Edible red carnations? I sort of can’t imagine biting into anything resembling a flower! But, well, my cats do it quite happily.
I remember now – my sister lives in Wantirna.
So glad you’re up in Sydney here & there and doing do much through, oh yes, the inescapable age and how it wears the body. Good on you Aunty Uta, you’re a great example of an older woman. Wanna be like you 🙂
Thanks, Noeleen.