As I was driving to Nashville last Friday I found myself wondering all kinds of thoughts. Apparently that was the theme for the weekend.
Like, why are there random cars just left on the side of the road? If my car died, I would certainly get it to a shop and fixed. Maybe I just don’t have endless amounts of cash sitting around which would allow me to discard my car should it decide it doesn’t want to run anymore.
Also, the random shoe on the side of the road. Do people just decide they don’t like the right one and toss it? Did they leave it on the roof of their car and forget that it was there. Or did that shoe decide that it was tired of having a smelly foot encased in it and opted that life is much better on the side of the road?
Of course, I love the four way stops, you can see people starting to really overwork their brains a bit when it comes to who gets to go next. I even caught one driver stick his hand out and pat his SUV lovingly while he went through the intersection. I also love the driver, on his phone, propped up on the seat rest in the middle of the car. Is it really that comfortable? I guess I should try it next time. Just to see. . .
Of course, as I was walking into Publix a lady rushed to get her things out of her cart and said, please take mine. It was really sweet of her to do so because it really did save me a few steps and adjustments to get one of my own. I also love the looks on peoples’ faces when they see me hobbling along. Some are quite kind, others just look at me. It isn’t as bad as it looks. The boot does help me walk faster, although my poor gait is wacky.
Two lovely couples at Bread and Company started talking to Sonia and I about walking gone bad. It was a riot to hear that I am not the only one who harms herself just by simply walking! And Sonia was beyond sweet, running to get my food when hers was called as well as helping me prop the thing up so I could be comfy while eating the best breakfast in Nashville!
Of course I got quite the workout when visiting friends who have a two and a half year old. He didn’t care that I was in a boot, I was expected (quite rightly I might add) to play, catch him and toss sand as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Candy, that little one of yours is precious! So glad I got to spend some time with you all. And she should me her “summer” diamond. Meaning some are diamonds, some are not! I loved it!
Of course, a trip would not be complete without spending time with the Queen. We hit the pool in Franklin and I was given the gift of giggles. Why do some men shave their heads but do not opt to groom their backs??? I also got to witness an older man with very long, luscious blonde hair sit by the pool with his cowboy hat on and jeans. No shirt. He finally decided to switch to shorts and I was thinking, you have to be hot in those jeans!
But with all the funny stuff I saw this weekend I am still baffled by the cars left on the side of the road. Can someone help a girl out?