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Stirring myself from sleep this morning, I was thinking about Arthudo's old treadmill. Back in the Bay Horse years, those early and middle nineties, he used to use that thing religiously, just about every evening. I thought it was a little silly - too white and middle-classy - but I appreciated the value of it, and I appreciate it even more now.
If he had maintained that habit for the past twenty years, I am thinking, he might have had at least another few good years, and what precious years those would be about now, eh? I know that we brought the treadmill to this house when we moved and that it was set up. While I am still lying in bed trying to clear the dream-fog from my head, the idea pops into my mind to ask Teri if she remembers Arthudo ever using that thing here. I shake it off - still too much in the dreamworld.
If he had maintained that habit for the past twenty years, I am thinking, he might have had at least another few good years, and what precious years those would be about now, eh? I know that we brought the treadmill to this house when we moved and that it was set up. While I am still lying in bed trying to clear the dream-fog from my head, the idea pops into my mind to ask Teri if she remembers Arthudo ever using that thing here. I shake it off - still too much in the dreamworld.
