While waiting to move into our home in Yankton, Dean and I rented a little house, more like a cabin, along the Missouri River. This dwelling consisted of solid glass windows, ceiling to floor, on three sides. It was located in a hollow, with the Missouri River dominating the front view, surrounded by forested hillsides.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One notably pleasant Autumn day, Dean chose to go for a hike In the woods surrounding our cabin. It was a sunny day. The Forest was sparsely clad in Fall attire, enabling me to view his assent to the crest of the hill. I read while occasionally looking outward to see what he was about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After some time, Dean started his decline toward the cabin. He was clearly delighted, with flapping of arms, jumping and leaping on the descent, advancing with accelerating locomotion. I became more and more concerned, just as he tripped over brush, propelling him into a FULL-FORWARD FLIP through the air before LANDING SAFELY ON HIS FEET. By that time, I was standing in the window. Dean saw me watching him, knowing I had witnessed his entire performance, WITH A GINORMOUS SMILE ON HIS FACE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Take a bow, Dean, for showing us the Viking Way! I\u2019ll see you in our next life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lois Vik<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
While waiting to move into our home in Yankton, Dean and I rented a little house, more like a cabin, along the Missouri River. This dwelling consisted of solid glass windows, ceiling to floor, on three sides. It was located in a hollow, with the Missouri River dominating the front view, surrounded by forested hillsides. … <\/p>\n