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More interested in the trees than in making conversation

2nd May 2022 Paul Chris Jones

Dear Diary. Today is Monday, but there was no school. So I had the idea to have lunch in a restaurant where there's an indoor play area. It turned out to be an excellent idea of course because it was mine. 4-year-old left for the play area, we stayed for three hours and then as we left, saw that some of his were coming over to the restaurant. So we turned back and we went back into the café, to the restaurant. We stayed for another couple of hours. One of the moms asked if I was tired of spending all day in the restaurant. But I was just happy to be out of the house.

In the evening I went to the rock-climbing centre, it went pretty well. I even talked to someone there: I gave this guy advice about how to climb one of the walls. It's a big deal because I rarely talk to anyone who isn't my close family.

I finished all the lower intermediate walls and I still had 10 minutes left, so I decided to try this difficult wall that looked beyond my ability. So fell off, the first time. The second time, I made it halfway up and I came back and tried it again. And to my astonishment, I made it to the top and there was no one there to see it. No one knows what it was for me to do it, it was like solving a puzzle, I suppose. You climb a bit and you have to figure out how to get to the next part, and the next part, all the way to the top.

Yesterday in the evening I went to a local park with another family. This family has two kids: Bruna and Guim. 0-year-old was tired so Girlfriend asked if I could push 0-year-old around the park in the pram to help him fall asleep. This turned out to be an excellent idea. Because once he fell asleep, I found the map of the park that explains what all of the trees are. I took a photo of the map and walked around the park identifying the trees. I found a cork tree that had ants living in it. The ants were half red, half black and I watched them crawling in and out of these tiny holes. There were maple trees, conker trees, oak trees, and pine trees. I was far more interested in the trees than in making conversation with anyone.

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Paul Chris Jones is a writer and dad living in Girona, Spain. You can follow Paul on Instagram, YouTube and Twitter.