A Nice Winter Walk

We just went for what was supposed to be a brisk (quick) Winter walk. We usually walk for an almost exact mile, turn around and then walk back to the house. It’s a hilly walk and that’s kind of what’s so nice about it. In the Winter, the hills keep you warm by forcing your body to burn calories and in the Summer…well, in the Summer you get hot. I suppose the burning of the calories applies then too.

Today, we reached the one mile mark. My better half was walking in front of me. Usually, we reach the “marker” mailbox, stop and turn around. Today, she decided to just keep on walking. I think she mumbled something like, “Let’s keep going. It’s nice to finally be out of the house. It’s probably going to snow tomorrow.” I knew she was right. We kept on walking.

I have a little problem with enjoying what I am doing, or lack of enjoying what I am doing. I always think I am missing something from where I just came from. It’s a mental thing and I think I am a bit mental at times.

So, we kept on walking. We have walked this walk before. What we do is enter a pretty nice neighborhood, walk to the end, do a loop around the cul-de-sac and head on back. We’ve done it many times.

It’s so funny. We saw two other couples out today. I guess the sun woke people up. There was a couple in front of us for the last leg of our journey out. In the neighborhood that we walk in, there is one house in particular that I really like. It’s kind of a slate blue, very large double wing colonial that has a pool in the back yard. You should see this thing. It’s awesome. Two chimneys, four fireplaces and all the room in the world.

So, back to the people walking ahead of us. As we got to the point of having my favorite house in view, we noticed that the couple was checking the mailbox and heading down the driveway. I said, “Holy cow, that’s their house.” She looked at me and said, “No.” She knew I wanted to talk to them.

Well, as it turns out, no one can really stop me when I want to talk to someone. I caught up to the other walkers and told them how much I admired their house. We ended up talking for about 20 minutes in the blowing cold. I really had fun. The guy told me all about how he designed it himself and about each room. I got a kick out of the whole thing. Then, he invited us to stop by any time we want. I thought that was cool. He turned around and said, “Now, I mean that. I’m not just saying it.” We were thankful to him.

The most interesting part is that this couple had no children. I would put their age at mid forties. They lived in this enormous home all by themselves. That’s why we related to them so well. We don’t have any children either and many of the things we talked about had a certain “childless” flair to them. It’s kind of an insiders thing. A little club if you will.

There you have it. New friends. I like it.