Crazy?

The grandson and I were having a conversation about a couple Cliff and I know, a long-married twosome having some domestic differences right now. I told him that actually, they've never seemed really happy together.

"Yeah, but the way Grandpa talks, isn't she sorta crazy?" Arick asked.

I paused for a bit, then answered, "Now I'd be a fine one to call anybody crazy, wouldn't I?"

He chuckled, and wisely said nothing.

But let's face it, how many retirement-aged women spend nights out in the pasture sleeping with a dog, in a one-room shed-turned-cabin, just to get away from people? Or get up before dawn to ride a horse, three or four times a week?

You know what they say about people who live in glass houses.