Don walks on our rail trail almost every day. He’s getting very disciplined about it. I, unfortunately, am not so disciplined, but I’m trying to change that.
We live about a mile from the rail trail, which runs right through the middle of our town. At any given time, you’ll see walkers, cyclists, joggers, and riders on horseback. It’s very popular and it’s beautiful.
Yesterday afternoon, I suggested we take a walk together and it was lovely. It felt good – a reminder reminder that I always feel better and more relaxed after a nice, long walk.
On this particular stretch of the rail trail, you can see horses in paddocks, farms, and the beautiful mountain ridge that we can also see from our front yard.
Then there was this view, seen as I let Scout outside early in the evening.
I took this picture, left the camera on the table, reminding myself to go back once more and get a shot of the sunset – but I got distracted. In the blink of an eye, it was too late.
I’m feeling much better, but the cough is lingering on. It’s annoying, to say the least.
Today is my dad’s 92nd birthday. When I spoke to him yesterday, I mentioned that I would be calling him again today. He said, grudgingly, that it was no big deal that he’d made it to 92. I responded that ‘making it to 92’ was cause for celebration.
Happy Birthday, Dad!