Deborah and I began October by renting a canoe and spending three hours paddling down the Rio Grande. We put in near Algodones and were picked up above Corrales. In that short stretch of river, we had October weather: sunny heat followed by a hailstorm followed by white luminous clouds – which drifted and stalled above blue-green mountains.
It is her birthday and we are both now passing through traditional retirement age. She is negotiating a full-time contract and I am renewing my exorbitant malpractice insurance for yet another year. We seem still to be proving ourselves as professionals, only now we are proving some quite different propositions about gender, age and how to be of service.