John was sitting in his chair, feet propped up; eating a peanut butter/chocolate cookie from a batch given us by a friend. K-State is playing basketball this afternoon and he was enjoying a few minutes of after lunch respite before heading back out to do some work. I appeared at his side wearing sweats and walking shoes; and poked him in the ribs. "Let's go for a walk."
He was not enthusiastic.
I said, "Fine, sit there and eat a cookie that I can't have because of my cholesterol, I'll go by myself." And off I went.
When I reached the top of the hill across from our house I heard John yelling, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Grinning, I turned and went back down the hill to meet him.
When we reached the top of the hill once more, we were both puffing like steam engines. This caused us to draw different conclusions about the need for exercise:
John: See how much trouble this is?
Linda: See how much we need to exercise?
I crossed through the fence that goes into the wheat field up on the hill, planning to walk along the south side of the tree line in order to be sheltered from the wind. I made it through the strands of barbed wire, then turned and looked back at John. I was startled to see him lying, spread eagled on the ground. Annie, our dog, ran over and placed her head on his shoulder. Outnumbered, I clambered back over the fence and joined them (after making sure John didn't need CPR). The sky was blue, and we were sheltered from the breeze. In unison we all three heaved a contented sigh.