Stanley is enjoying these frequent trips to Virginia - there are new paths to walk down, ones with completely different smells than the ones from home. He watches, hoping to spot white-tail deer who frequent these same paths -- even though the only time we encountered a few, he froze up, his eyes got large and round - and I was grateful that he didn't run after them. From my parents home there are many wonderful roads with which one can chose to walk down - and for the most part, I let Stanley decide which way to go. I trust his judgement.
It's nearing the end of a day that begin with spending several hours on the oncology floor of the Martha Jefferson Hospital. My mother's chest x-ray did not reveal good news, and for the remainder of the day we worked around the new reality, doing anything we could to cheer her up. Ultimately, life becomes quite simple: warm food, conversation, easy distractions, laughter. Anything for a bit of 'normal' when everything around you seems distorted. I'm glad that I was able to be here this weekend.
So Stanley and I find our 'normal' outdoors, as is generally the case, walking down oak-leaf-covered old roads - new smells for Stanley, quiet for me.