Roland and I try to walk everyday. Sometimes it doesn't happen. He has this crazy job where people all over the world want a piece of his time. And then we have ridiculous weather to work around. My least favorite walks are on the treadmill at the club, although I do like the movie room where I can ellipticize (is this a word?) in the dark while I watch LOR. The orc scenes make me go faster.

My favorite walks are outside. We usually walk in the evening, after dinner, when my tummy is full and I want to sit on the couch. Roland will barge into the room (he is a rather imposing man) with his walking shoes on and cheerfully announce that he is going on a walk, then he raises his eye brows at me and I reluctantly get my shoes on and off we go. I like these walks. I provide non-stop chatter about everything from what we should buy at Costco to how we can ensure our children become successful adults. Roland listens and occasionally offers amazing bits of advice. Sometimes I dismiss his advice with a quick, "Okay." But later, I usually end up doing whatever it is he suggested and then pat myself on the back for being so brilliant.

The kids love the walks because it gives them 45 minutes of uninterrupted TV/Computer/Video Game time.


Today we walked in the morning with the rising sun. during our walk we watched as the sky turned from gray to pink to gold to blue. It was lovely. And I didn't talk, much. Turns out that I don't have much to say early in the morning. So we walked, quietly.