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Noticing the garage door was open, the grill poised for action at the top of the driveway, I parked the car in front of the house, gathered my belongings and walked across the lawn toward my husband who was engaged in a phone call near the grill. We exchanged no words, but I got the picture. Here was an opportunity to engage in a nice little ritual we do: put the meat on the grill, then set up some chairs right there on the driveway and relax together, greeting the dog-walking neighbors as they stroll by.

I selected a chair from the garage, opened it, situated my pillows, grabbed a water, and plopped down expectantly.