Different day, different hat, same trail.
Like I said, I do feel better about wearing
my old black cap.
She just got home. So, I get to make a
pizza and salad which is our usual Friday
night fare. But we missed that window,
and I promised I’d be in by 17:30. I can’t
finish this post in seven minutes. Well,
anyway, the walk was good. I tried to
take shots of these alien bugs. Their
bodies stay vertical below their wings
as they hover or fly from bush to bush.
I snapped a few shots but their little ugly
vampire heads were nowhere to be seen
in my photos. (Got to go and cook. More
later.) Sorry, later is later than I thought.
As it turned out I found out why it felt
like I was walking barefoot on trails.
The soles of my Meindl boots were done
for, so we decided to have an outing to
Cabela’s to get me new hiking boots early
for my birthday. Then stop for lunch. We
didn’t have to go far. From the parking lot
we saw a familiar shaped out lot. Once in
a blue moon you stop at Cracker Barrel.
Blue moon day is here. She had trout with
turnip greens on the side and added
enough extra vinegar to fuel my car.
“Want a taste?” No thanks is what I said;
Not in this lifetime was what I was
thinking. Vinegar and corn muffins made
her day. I could tell I was sitting across
from an Indiana farm girl in heaven.
to an end shortly. One more. The new
birthday boots after my walk. I’ve put off
calling Medicare for weeks! Maybe today.
Almost time to walk Thunderbird today.
Wondering about “Eat Right 4 Your Type”
again having read it about ten years ago,
is it valid or bologna? Things like that
make me a little crazy, so not sure if I
want to try it again. End of selfies, I hope.