For Better or Worse
Every day I walk B…
Depending on the outdoor conditions and Indiana has diverse, unpredictable, weather; we go a quarter-of-a-mile or a mile. B’s getting older so a mile is her max.
I generally let her determine which route we take and eighty percent of the time we go past the houses of where dogs live. Those cute K-9s tend to look out the windows, doors, and bark. B, being a Sheltie, enjoys a good barking session.
The other day just past the yapping little dogs in the yard I noticed something out of place…not the same.
An older couple walked toward us. She appeared frail, grayish in color with scalp-hugging silver hair. The gent held onto her arm, supporting her as if to say I’ll never let you go.
The closer B and I got to the pair I recognized the guy. Every day he manicured his lawn, actually clipping with a pair of scissor-sized cutters. He never replied to my hello or B’s loud bark of a greeting. In early spring he had the sidewalk blocked off with garden string…which didn’t stop us from scaling the line and continuing on. (I’m very protective of B and we try not to walk on the street. Drivers in Fort Wayne are much like those in Italy…rules of the road are simply suggestions;).
Today, though, I halted B and we waited for the couple to turn into their driveway. B’s bark can be quite unsettling, and I didn’t want to upset the lady. It appeared, by the signs of cancer, she had enough challenges and toppling over due to a scare would make a bad day from the glorious sunny morning. However, I don’t believe the guy would let her slip from his arms.
From his crotchetiness I assumed he was a Scrooge, when it’s probable he is a nice man with a heart-wrenching burden weighing him. My simple observation was he cared for his lady and treated her with the tender kindness like he did his yard.
In my scenario of their marriage they continue their relationship even during the worse, clinging to what was and what may be.
Thank you for reading my musings. I hope you have a lovely day.
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