Slowing Down

Nap time is any time.

It's over, park. It's over. Shane can't take that long walk anymore, and neither can I. The winding road through the woods, the big hill behind the lake, all those steps; and once you've reached the half-way point, there's no turning back. Panic. Got to keep going. Alas.

But, on occasion, I permit myself a little walk around the block. Shane and I plod, slowly, slowly, each on one side of Joan; Saki runs ahead, not understanding, not appreciating our aches, our huffing and puffing. We have to go really slowly or Shane's legs will just give out.

So Saki gets to go to the park for a real walk, and then we all go together on a sort of old-timer shuffle though the old neighborhood. It's okay. The sun still shines; the early spring flowers still strut their stuff. Well, maybe strut's the wrong word.

Best wishes, Juno