The Wandering Hermit: Justin’s Eye (Walk #337)
Justin’s Eye
Today is on Justin’s walking schedule, so I waited for him to get up and go to the park. When he got up, his eye was swollen nearly shut. He went to urgent care and they prescribed antibiotics, but also told him to take allergy medication and use ointment until it all clears up. I assumed he was off the hook for exercise; there’s no need to push it if you have an infection, but after he got back I announced I was going for a walk and he came with me. He got in a little over a quarter of a mile, but considering one of his eyes is puffed up and he can’t see out of it, I would say that’s actually impressive. It tells me he is willing to put in some work. Things change!
The day was a little too warm. I said I was shooting for 2 miles, but after about 1.5, I started heading back. It was too hot, the park was filling with kids, and I was starting to need to use the restroom. I felt great, and I still do, but I decided to just go home and be done with it! If I feel up to it this evening, I might go out for more. We’ll see. I really want to be doing 3 miles a day starting on the 1st, so I really should keep it up. Twice a day feels very manageable. There and back, four times around the park, plus just a little extra is 1.5 miles. That sounds easy. 11 times around plus a little extra sounds daunting.

On the 24th, I picked up a magnolia seed pod and carried it home. It sort of triggered me to start picking up things and bringing them home on my walks. I don’t know if that is permanent, but it is fun. Today I found confetti. I might actually try to pick more of that up; we don’t need that much plastic in the soil, but it is hard to get a hold of. Even if it is larger pieces. I had decided to grab the strap in my walking photo during my walk yesterday, but forgot it. It still counts!
I’ve been thinking about the way I organize my journaling. The Wandering Hermit was on a separate site, so it has always been a separate entity, as are my book notes. I think I’d like to create a new journaling template for 2026, something that has spaces for all the different things as well as my sort of daily to do list. I can clip from it, but it would consolidate my days into a single post in DayOne, which I think I might quite like. It also might make my website cleaner if I’m posting once a day (except for reviews and whatnot). I’ll work on that.
[Walk #337, 1.63 miles]



A Chase
Deer, Turkey, Toads

The Magnolia Seed Pod
As we turned onto Division to go up to the crosswalk, I failed to see the split level of the sidewalk and fell onto the sidewalk.
Threes All The Way Down
Psychosis & Plans for the Future
Do You Remember?
The Spirit of Fun
Hydrated
Strickland Park
92ºF

A rather boring day. First, we got up and had a gloriously good breakfast. The beverages were watered down. We then drove about an hour and a half through rather flat country. Many of the towns had “troglodite houses,” houses built in the cliff using it for 3 of the 4 walls. We then arrived at a winery in Saumur. They made a sparkling white which was actually champagne but not from the Champagne area. It was wonderful! I loved it. … I guess my wine experience wasn’t over — just for red wine! We then rode about 6 hours to St Malo. The most beautiful city I have seen on our tour thus far, sail boats lined the coast and the old city was gorgeous. We had a dinner at which we ordered a white wine — I didn’t have any. I am quite addicted to Orangina. A few of us left at 9:30 for an evening walk in the old city. All the stores were closed and the city was beautiful. We bought some ice cream. I had passion fruit. It was quite wonderful. We then “strolled” back to the Hotel Mascotte (where we were staying). It was great.
My time if France was rushed; there was so much planned for us to see in two weeks that when I look back on it, I think of it as more like a two month vacation. I clearly remember the moments I believed would be those I carried with me for the rest of my life, and I remember trying to dwell in them slightly more in order to create the memories I knew would be so important. In many cases I was spot on, and those events are absolute stand out moments. But rushing in a bus through the Loire Valley, I couldn’t know how the troglodyte houses would stick with me. I think of those homes often, enchanted by the fairy tale beauty of little cottages stuck in the sides of cliffs, sprawling communities that resemble so much other villages in France, but with almost disregard for the rock structures around them, or rather in spite of them. I wanted to go in the houses, see the rocky interior walls, experience how these people lived. But we were only driving through, on to bigger and more typically touristy destinations. Saint-Malo, one of the most visited towns in France by those who do not live in France, was one of these places. One of these places we were expected to be found and so had been placed. Don’t get me wrong, I still hold Saint-Malo in my heart as the jewel of my time in France. It’s the place I would wrap myself in if I could, live in, revisit, talk about. However, twenty years on it seems like I might have missed out on experiences that would have stood out even more.
