Our Short Walks

After Dinner:

Me: “Would you like to attempt a walk?”

Her: “Okay, but it will have to be a short one, my legs hurt some.”

Me: “S’alright with me. The way my back is I’m not looking to make a couple miles here.”

(Outside and onward to the corner, hand in hand…)

Me: “Where to, Love?”

Her: “Up.” (She points up the hill.)

Me: “Ya’ sure?”

Her: “Yup”.

(up the hill, around the curve and down the other side…)

Me: “How far you want to go, the glue tanks?”

Her: “We can go a bit farther. You doing okay?”

Me: “I’m game if you are.”

(Past the glue tanks and down the road…half a mile from house by now…)

Me: “We going to pay the dead folks a visit?”

Her: “Yup.”

Me: “Quiet neighborhood. We’ll hear the birds that way.”

Her: “Caw…caw.” (The 3 ravens that hang out in the tree in our backyard are following us as usual, she talks to them.)

(We turn down Cemetery road, 3/4’s of a mile from the house when we reach the cemetery…)

Her: “Left turn, Clyde.”

Me: “Ooookay.”

Her: “Doing okay?”

Me: “I can make it if you can.”

(Down around to the left side of the cemetery we go, up the side [it's a rather long grave yard], then down around to the center road that heads back toward Cemetery road. We visit along the way.)

Her: “Look at all the new pine cones way up near the top there.”

Me: “If I do I’m gonna fall backward.”

Her: “Whoa, I see what you mean.”

Me: “Let’s leave that to the ravens shall we? They can tell us about them later.”

(End of cemetery road, turn right, past the glue tanks…)

Her: “My legs are killing me.”

Me: “Did it again didn’t we?”

Her: “Yah.”

Me: “Let’s cross the tracks then, forget the hill.”

(Across the tracks and back to our street, 1/4 mile to go…)

Her: “Groooaan.”

Me: pain, hurt, ow, stab, etc…

(…and the house…)

Her: “Thank God, we’re home!”

Me: pain, hurt, ow, stab, etc…

(We collapse into chairs, grimaces of pain plastered across our faces…)

Me: “That was a real nice walk, Love. Do it again tomorrow?”

Her: “You bet.”