It seems I did a little inadvertent smuggling. Namely, the weather in the Cotswolds. I arrived back to a sweltering Concord yesterday, only to have the temps dive into the 50's overnight and today, I swear, a Cotswold day here — dry, blue blue sky, temps in the mid-70s. How nice to be a bellwether of, well, beautiful weather.
So, of course, being a Cotswold kind of day, I took a walk. Cajun took advantage of the outing to exercise her chasing skills, wreaking havoc on the heart rates of several chipmunks and, generally speaking, being a fine companion. But I kept looking behind me for my sidekick. Not there. She is back in Michigan resuming her life just as I am, no doubt walking her own two dogs and not her sibling, just as I was. Still, I kept looking back, feeling her presence, a phantom sister.
I wonder if, at 70, I will be able to do what she did — walk nearly 50 miles in 96 hours with nary a grumble. Not only did she never once complain, neither did her bunions (if she has them). Her feet, her back, her knees, her energy, her spirits came to the challenge in good working order and stayed that way.
Which makes me ask: did we really come from the same DNA pool?
Thought #2: it just occurred to me that we were both, as it were, walking our dogs in the Cotswolds, too. The ones with five digits each.
Truffle: A big, old, only-75%-lean, juicy, genuine American hamburger.
Quote of the day: "Be sure to put your feet in the right place, then stand firm." (Abraham Lincoln)