This evening I walked with my wife Betsy around the pond as the darkness began to prevail. We were relaxed and happy; we’ve wlked together for over thirty years and we know how to arrive at a compromise pace. A bit slow for me, a bit fast for her. But just a bit!

The two pups more-or-less accompanied us. The older one, year-old Tucker, ranged farther in the hopes of starting up a rabbit or other small creature. The little four-month-old Dooley stayed close to our ankles; after all, we are his insurance of getting home again!

Betsy and I talked about minor issues in our life, avoiding one major issue which has rocked our equilibrium for the past eight months. There’s not much more to say about that one!

I just showed this post to Betsy, and told her that she could have this blog if she wanted it.  She could broadcast her views on our tribulations to all of her friends at one, I said!  She said she would think about it.