It’s so beautiful here that I decided to take the dog for a walk down Lloyd road. We got just about to the school and called the Butcher to come pick us up. He surruptitiously set the trip odometer to see how far we’d gone. Not even 8/10ths of a mile. In my defense, I could have continued to walk forward, downhill, for a long while more, but there was no way I was going to be able to climb the hill to get back to Clarksville Pike without dying in some humiliating fashion on the side of the road or in somebody’s front lawn.
The Butcher could not even look at me on the car ride home and he kept taking sharp breaths like he was trying to stifle a laugh.
But, even though I am humiliated beyond belief, it’s okay and I’m going to tell you why–because my walking partner fell asleep in the back seat in the time it took us to get from the school to our house and she was so solidly asleep against the car door that when I opened it, she had to catch herself to keep from falling out.