Yesterday Cliff and I had almost finished our daily walk and were heading toward the house when I looked up toward the mowed alfalfa/grass field and saw a fox with his nose near the ground, walking slowly. I was really surprised he hadn't seen or heard us, since we were keeping up a steady conversation. We stopped, then took a few steps, still talking. The fox didn't notice us.
Finally I yelled at him at the top of my lungs, "Hey!!!"
He took one look at us, turned on the speed, and was out of there.
We received our passports today. Now, our original plan was to hook up with Cliff's brother and his wife for the trip to Canada, but he's having radiation five days a week, which is sapping his time and depleting their travel funds. We first thought we'd wait and all go next year, but at our ages we hate to put anything off that long. It's been six years since Cliff had open heart surgery, and we've considered every year a bonus since that time. But who knows what will happen tomorrow, next week, or next year? So I think we'll go this year.