After a marvelously varied breakfast served and cooked by Rebecca and Mike at their home in South Portland, we rode to Fort Williams, home of Portland Head Light. Here Chris talks with Rebecca, while Mike talks to Lori - she's the only one who heard my suggestion to "Smile."
The lady in front takes a photo of the Lighthouse, while the director of the family on the right makes "suggestions" to the assistant director on how to take a picture. Meanwhile, I take a picture of the picture-takers.
Speaking of picture-takers: Mike takes a picture of me taking a picture of him.
Lori and Mike watch a sailboat...
...while a small island ferry passes in front of Rebecca and Chris.
The couples have just had an appetizer: it's mid-afternoon - don't want to spoil dinner. I, on the other hand, had a breakfast of burger and fries. Since I sleep from 5 am to 1 pm most days, my dining schedule is a tad odd. Odder still is meeting Mike for a ride at times he considers middle of the day. The truth is that I have always enjoyed the quiet night to the cacophonous day.
Lori and Chris prepare to ride off with Mike and Rebecca, while I head home to prepare dinner for my sweetie. She works hard at a psychiatric hospital, and works out at a gym four days a week. My function is to ride, write, read, watch baseball like a fanatic, and have a good dinner ready when she gets home.
I have waited my whole life to live this way. If Kathy hadn't made the decisions she made, early in our marriage, she'd be a widow. So cooking for her, keeping our home semi-neat, is no sacrifice.
I did a little math: I'll have to live to 103 years, seven months, and a few days to equal the sacrifices she has made to keep me sane and sober.