Learning to Walk

Today is another fine fall Sunday morning in Southern California.  I just woke up.  Still groggy from a good nights sleep, my wife and I got dressed to go for our early morning walk.  I, as always, reluctantly agreed.  It is a game we play.  She suggests a walk, I suggests I am too tired and we should just stay  home and take it easy.  I allow her to nag me to good health.  She feels good about nurturing and I feel good about the time spent with her.

So, still groggy, we step outside.  The "omen  crows" are making noise in the trees.  I told my wife I didn't want to walk because the crows were making too much noise.

"We are going," she said. 

I stopped to pick up the paper and put it on the porch.  Again, we start walking.  I said I was too tired.  It was then that I stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk.  I told my wife, "I'm not walking".

She said "Yes, you are.  You  need the practice."

I love this woman.

D.