Sunday Evening

Just got back from my walk with Grace. I certainly needed my long underwear even though Grace opted out of wearing hers.

This weekend was good. Friday evening I celebrated the twins' birthday with a trip to Red Robin for supper, then we went to Tinseltown to see Promised Land. I can't believe that they are 24 years old, and I can't believe I'm lucky enough to spend their birthday with them, still.

Walter, Grace and I went hiking yesterday at Jefferson Memorial Forest -- Big Fun, for sure.

You know how you see someone cool doing something that you think is equally cool and you wish you could be that person -- if you don't have any idea what I'm talking about then you probably have way too much self-esteem to even be bothering with this blog -- Anyway, yesterday while I was hiking with this beautiful dog and following the muddy tracks of this incredible man who would turn around and offer his hand to me every now and then, I thought "Wait a minute. I'm that really cool person that I want to be."

Who would have ever thought that cool person would be 50 years old, driving a 98 Venture Van, teaching 3rd grade, writing entries for a blog every now and then. All these years I thought that the cool woman had her shit together, money in the bank, obedient children, and supper in the oven.

Turns out she just shows up as who she is, takes crazy pleasure in the squishy mud on her boots, watching her dog jump in the lake and holding the hand of a man who respects and shares those very same pleasures.