A Midweek Walk

            Murray and I have been able to walk four days most weeks at our high school track. But with our schedule this week, and the school being closed for Juneteenth, the only way we could do four this week was to walk outside Wednesday.

 

We usually walk 50 minutes, but, Murray said, with the sidewalks being rougher, he’d set his timer for 20 minutes, then we could turn around and come back.

 

I always use my right hand to hang on to Murray. I was walking next to the street, and I told him the man’s supposed to walk on the outside to keep the woman safe. I said that at least on the way home, he’d be on the outside. He said, “No, I’m going to cross to the other side of the street.”

 

We passed a high school, a car repair place, martial arts, an ice cream shop, dentist offices, family practice, lawyer’s, tattoo parlor. And a spot like those for “help yourself” to a free book, but this one had boxes and cans of food to pick up.

 

Then we passed a diner. “Want to stop?” Murray asked. I wasn’t sure. We walked a few more minutes, and I said, “Were you serious about going to the diner?” “I’m willing,” Murray said, and I said, “I’m willing,” so we turned around.

 

Lovely breakfast food. Murray said we better not walk on the street anymore. Too tempting. I said when we’re in our 70s, if it gets to the point where he can’t drive anymore, we could walk a lot and stop at diners. And ice cream shops.

 

And when we can’t walk so far anymore, we can use Uber Eats.

 

Just planning for our future.

 

Psalm 118:24: This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.