I was musing about mowing lawns next summer, then talking about going to the sugarwoods, when Paul, scowling, said,“Why can’t you just walk on the road, like the other ladies?” He thinks I should be more careful. And he’s right, I’ve had some ankle trouble. This morning I thought about walking, nicely, on the road, like the other ladies, for some exercise. Then I had a better idea. I called Rebecca. “Can the boys come up sliding?” Surely walking up the big hill several times would get my heart rate up. What fun we had, flying down the pasture at top speed, into the air over hummocks and nearly onto the pond. “Again! Again!”