[Today’s run: 1 mile warmup then 10×100]
My lovely wife and I went out this evening to a place that sometimes has live music. And they did have two guys this evening singing and playing guitar.
They sang a song about being with a girl and lying in the grass to look up at the stars. I have to say, I think that would be a very bad idea. Just walking across the yard without shoes on is living dangerously, in my opinion.
Another thing; you hear about 19th century southern belles with perfect skin. I’m highly skeptical. I’ve just been in Mississippi two years (plus a bit), I wear shoes, often boots, I live in an air conditioned house and use an air conditioned car to go places. And I have bug bites, ant bites, bee stings, poison ivy, and who knows what else. A woman in the 19th century would have had to stay at home and spend her days standing on a chair with all four chair legs in pans of water in order to avoid having scars over half her body from all of the critters out to munch on a person down here.
It’s kind of like when you watch some movie, supposedly about people prior to 1930, and all of the actors and actresses have straight, shiny white teeth. Sure, you bet. Call me skeptical.
But back to that song. If I were to have a picnic under the stars I think I would end up being on the menu.
Not that I’m trying to impress you about Mississippi’s fauna and flora. We had rattlesnakes and cacti in Colorado, floods, wildfires, avalanches and bears. But you could sit on a rock in Colorado and probably not get overrun with fire ants.
I’m enjoying country living.