Every morning (except Sundays and rainy days) Ruth and I go for an early morning walk. She is bothered by the sun, so we get up before sunrise, and are on our way. About a year ago, they completed a river walk here in Derby and it is a delight. Derby is seated at the confluence (don't get to use that word often) of the Naugatuck and Housatonic Rivers. The walk runs along the Naugatuck until it joins the Housatonic, and then follows the Housatonic up-river through the back yards of downtown Derby. Even before the walk was officially opened, people were using it, and there is a steady flow of "regulars" (us included) every morning. The total length of the walk, round trip is 3 and a half miles, and Ruth is working her way up to it. We did two and a half miles today for the first time and I know that well before the summer is over, she'll be up to three and a half. I've always been a walker, and have walked as far as ten miles when I'm by myself. But, I'd rather walk two and a half with my wife. I'm very proud of her, because she is building her strength every day and is intent upon doing the whole walk. I know that she'll do it.

One thing about getting older (which starts the day you were born) is that you become more conscious of what you need to do to maintain your good health, strength and mobility. I'm actually much healthier now than I was five years ago, as is Ruth. It's a good feeling, taking care of yourself better. Shoulda done it years ago.
If our body is a Temple, mine was closer to the City Dump (exagerating slightly, here.) I'm learning more all the time about how the body works and what is good for it... I suspect that there are others sitting around his table who are doing the same thing.

Don't look for any donuts or pizza at the table (both of which I love.) But, if you stop by in real life, I'll serve you more than carrots and seaweed. I'm discovering healthy, good-for-you recipes all the time.

Drop by for supper some time. I'll put another plate on the table.

Wrote a song about a dog once, along those lines:

"Put another bowl on the floor, Mildred, I think Rosco's got a friend
Coming back home at all hours of the night, and he don't say where he's been
Walking kinda funny with his legs stuck out, and his tail's hanging at half-mast
I don't think he's going to live to see another winter, if he don't stop living so fast"

Jerry