On Golden Pond

After a long work day, it’s difficult to want to do anything more than take a nap. But I’ve been trying to get back in the habit of working out or something active before night sets in. Lately, we’ve taken advantage of the nice walking trails nearby. I’m not sure how much of a cardio workout I’m actually achieving, since something will catch my eye and I have to pause and capture it. Tonight it was the sun setting by the lake.

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Norman: You want to know why I came back so fast? I got to the end of our lane. I couldn't remember where the old town road was. I went a little ways in the woods. There was nothing familiar. Not one damn tree. Scared me half to death. That's why I came running back here to you. So I could see your pretty face and I could feel safe and that I was still me. 

Ethel: You’re safe, you old poop and you're definitely still you picking on poor old Charlie. After lunch, after we've gobbled up all those silly strawberries we'll take ourselves to the old town road. We've been there a thousand times. A thousand. And you'll remember it all. Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it. You're gonna get back up on that horse and I'm gonna be right behind you holding on tight and away we're gonna go, go, go. 

Norman: I don't like horses. You are a pretty old dame aren't you? What are you doing with a dotty old son of a bitch like me? 

Ethel: Well, I haven't the vaguest idea.

— On Golden Pond