Every day since returning from our recent Hawaiian adventure, Dick and I set out on foot across Woodside, the former walnut orchard-turned-condo-complex where he has lived since the 1970s. Long ago he developed a roughly two-mile walking path through his neighborhood, which still has the feel of a lovely park, complete with duck pond and old walnut trees mixed in with many varieties of newer ones.
Every spring the man whose niece and nephew dubbed Uncle Duck many years ago goes walking to look at the mallards that land on the duck pond, some of whom lay eggs there. It’s always a treat to find the baby ducks waddling behind their mamas, bobbing like little yellow fluff balls on the pond.
Right now the pond is pau, as they say in Hawaii—kaput, done—though it’s really resting as so many things do in winter. There is clearly extensive repair work being done on the duck pond, but that didn’t stop Uncle Duck from taking a moment to pose in it on a special day.
Today is the month-a-versary of Dick’s bypass surgery: His reborn heart is a month old. And with that recharged heart, he walked a slow but steady 1.9 miles throughout Woodside today.
We continue to be grateful (and write thank you notes) to the many people on Oahu who were so kind to us during our extended stay there. We wouldn’t be here, walking around smiling at the most ordinary things, without them.
Here’s to many more miles logged around his ‘hood as our Duck continues to grow stronger!