It was miserably foggy the other day. By miserably, it was foggy enough that I couldn't see the tree in our front yard, and it was trying ever so hard to turn to rain.
I commenced to griping. Husband, bless him, is smart enough to listen. Or it might just be his hearing loss, but he does let me vent, at any rate. I snarled, I growled, I glowered at the stupid fog. "I can't walk the road in this garbage! I can't SEE the road. People can't see ME!"
Looking up from his listening, (he reads the paper, but oddly enough, he does pay attention, at least to the high points.) "Why don't you walk the length of the driveway, and around the house?"
"But how am I going to know if I have walked enough, I am up to three miles at this point!"
He put down the paper, and said, evenly, "You walk for an hour. If you keep up your pace, and walk that long, it doesn't matter if it is in circles, or a long line..."
I hate all of these idiotic trees that get in the way when I am in the forest.
So, I tried it. I was able to walk the 3 miles fairly easily, (the good part, it seemed not to aggravate my ankle), and my dog was able to come out and walk with me again. This was a big concern, as he can't walk with me on the road, he doesn't heel well, and a leash is more of a fight than it is worth. Now that I am walking where there is no cars, no problem!
Poor dog is SO confused, tho. I walk to the end of the road, he runs to the berm where he's supposed to wait when I walk to the mailbox. I turn, and he looks, WHAT??? As I walk back with out going to said box.
Then around. Time for petting dog! Then back to the road, then back. After about a half dozen times of this, he just watches me go by with that "Yep, crazy woman" look. But he doesn't miss out on getting a pat on the head as I go by.
This might just work out, after all...