Whimsy

They say couples grow to be more like each other over time. Now me, I moved to Alaska on a whim a long time ago, and it was a series of whims and friendships that led to meeting Calmer Half. (The title of this blog, though whimsical, is not untrue.)

You'd think I'd grow to be calmer and more grounded, eh? Surely Calmer Half is much too laid back and sensible to grow more like me...

When we got to Mammoth Caves, the easiest tour, with 150 stairs, lots of sit-down benches and rest spots, was sold out for the day. The young, fit, and enthusiastic park employee recommended another tour that "Pretty much just like that one, only with a few more sights!"

Calmer Half looked at me, smiled, and said "Oh, well, why not?"

...So that may not have been the wisest choice, but aside from the inevitable pain and feeling utterly wiped out that night and kinda stiff and sore the next day, hey, he saw Mammoth Caves!

I think I know how I'm rubbing off on him.