Night walks

Our night walk routine is becoming a healthy addiction. We are up to about 4.5 miles now, taking advantage of the nearest irrigation canal which takes us directly to Cortez Park with its pond, ducks, black-crowned night herons & a little blue, a few late fishermen, and picnic table sleepers. Last night was our third in a row, and my muscle soreness has lessened each day, but now we need a night off for hubby's blister to heal.

Of course, temperatures are rising and we have to go later and later. Last night at 1 am, it was still 89 F when we started out. That got us home around 3 and to sleep about 4. The phone rang at 8, a realtor wanting to show the house at 10. Groan. We drug ourselves out of bed, spiffed up the kitchen, made the bed, and took the dog to a Starbucks with outdoor shaded tables so I could get coffee. Hubby had to hike to a McDonalds on learning that Starbucks doesn't offer diet Coke or any sodas at all, in fact. I sympathized with difficulty, sipping the dark, strong brew and gnoshing on a chicken salad tarragon sandwich.

No sooner did we get back, leaning longingly toward the bed, when another realtor called asking to come over in 15 minutes. Sleepy dog and grumpy husband aside, we managed to get out in time. Now I'm back, hoping for a more reasonable offer. This was a re-visit; the husband was here last weekend, liked it a lot, and now wanted his wife to see it. Again we are in somebody's top three.

The dog and I drove north on the freeway about 25 miles to buy a blueberry pie at Rock Springs Cafe. Of course there was an accident on the freeway, both lanes backed up several miles. Grumpy went off in his own car to In-'n'-Out-Burger, and I found him fast asleep by the time I got back. If anyone else calls today I may have a mutiny on my hands.

The pie is yummy.