Walk Down Memory Lane

 

Benja has been taking me on prolonged walks.  I have found, as of late, that if I walk myself, I start out thinking, I am going to take myself on a long walk, that ends up me sluggishly kicking a piece of snow around the block before deciding that was probably far enough.  Yesterday, Benja walked me to the lighthouse by Tenney Park.  We walked to the slippery edge of Lake Mendota.  Benja reminisced about the time that he watched fireworks on 4th of July with his Dad one year, when Ellie was in the hospital.  In Tenney Park, there were some people ice skating.   Which looked mostly like water, with a sliver of ice, some of it cracked.  Benja proclaimed he wanted to see if he could stand on the ice, which I was wholeheartedly against.  As he neared the edge, he slipped on a piece of goose poop and landed near the edge of the icy water, proclaiming it unsafe, as he fell.  I of course, could not stop laughing.  And, of course, blamed the victim, by asking how in the world he would expect anything less from me in that particular circumstance.  Even typing this, I cannot stop laughing.  As we continued our walk, we recalled memories of taking pictures beside the river and planning to come back every day of this past summer (to which we realized, we are BIG at planning, small at following through, as evidenced by the fact that we NEVER made it back last summer).   

I did have a moment on the long walk back where I slipped on the ice, almost falling.  A sharp pain shot up my shoulder and neck, and I had the sudden thought that I might actually have an injury from ALMOST falling.  I guess it would have been karmic justice really.